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I heard it sound from the valleys low |
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I heard it from mountaintops covered in snow |
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I heard it rise from the oceans deep |
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I heard it echo off canyon walls steep |
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What'd you hear? |
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A beautiful sound |
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How'd it sound? |
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It sounded like this |
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(Beautiful sound) |
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As it echoed in my ears |
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My face glistened damp with the sheen of my tears |
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As I drew near to your side |
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I knew it was useless to flee or to hide |
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There is a sound ringing out day and night |
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It fills up each shadow on earth with its light |
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I felt the sound fill my innards and limbs |
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I felt it watching me think from within |
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What'd it see? |
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Desire split in thirds |
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How'd it feel? |
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The strain was immense |
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These are the times that test all our bonds |
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Our mutual will is all twisted and stretched |
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But still the sound, the notes and the chords |
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Reside in our chests where they've been deeply etched |
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My soul and spirit are apart |
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My bones and my marrow, divided as well |
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And what the eye that sees me sees |
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Are pieces of body and fractions of self |
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What'd you hear? |
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How'd it sound? |
