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Deep in myself |
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I hear you like a distant sound |
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Emitted from a secret distant star |
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Made out of yearning and of sweet desire |
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Which I would never tire of listening to like gentle ocean surf |
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Deep in myself you're buried like a hidden treasure |
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Within a chest filled up with withered comforts |
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On which I'm keeping ceaselessly my jelous eyes |
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In glaring embers and in raging ire |
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Deep in myself you're resting like a heavy stone |
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That's dragging me into the bottom of a lake |
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I'm sinking fast but never will |
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I drown And up above |
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I scry those little cockle boats |
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They cross the sky with tenderly entangled lovers |
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Deep in myself |
