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Who ever told the sun to wake |
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And who ever told the moon |
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To clutch the sea? |
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Did the sun ever say back |
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Master I refuse to shine? |
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Did the moon ever refuse |
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To change the tides? |
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What does that say for me? |
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Have I ever found myself in your favor |
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Or was it just a temporary covering? |
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And, when the seas become calm |
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And the winds have all been settled |
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Will I still see your love? |
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Will it slowly fade away |
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Like candle light at dusk? |
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Or, will you be the lighthouse |
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On the hillside that |
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Guides our every move? |
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I'd love nothing more than |
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To pull up my roots and replant |
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Myself in much richer grounds |
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Shed the dead limbs and re-grow new |
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When it all fades |
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And darkness overcomes us |
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Will you still be there? |
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Will you still shine? |
