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By the winter I'll have risen |
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and by the summer I'll be blind |
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I will meet with you but I don't know where |
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and I will spend some time |
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just gazing at the glory |
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and at the horror of it all |
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I will be with you in your worst ideas |
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if I'm to be with you at all. |
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And it's something that it's done to you |
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that you cannot be without |
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so you stare into the foreground |
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and all you see are lonely, little statues in remembrance |
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of the people that you loved |
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by the winter they'll have risen |
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and by the summer they'll be gone. |
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I wanted to know a love without guard |
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now I'm laying here poorly 'neath a roof with no walls. |
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And heaven is spread out above these twisted limbs |
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how I killed the competition and sat in silence 'til the end. |
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And weather gathers. |
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tethered to ruins. |
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I will sing |
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I will struggle |
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I will sleep |
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I will know no separation |
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I will feel no certaincy |
