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Love is an anchor that holds me to the shores of sanity |
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I will not drift away to the sea of oblivion |
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It cannot be told by words or held in an embrace |
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It can only be felt in this infants fight for life |
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The blue of her eyes is calm and deep |
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I wade through her innocence now |
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Searching |
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Nights of helpless rage |
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Fits of relentless pain |
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I have so much I want to tell |
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But will we ever let it surface |
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Expect cold my dear |
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Expect grace |
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I will rail upon this world if it does not compensate |
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For you will have to live life like a queen to make up for your youngest days |
