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[ti:Emphasis] |
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[ar:Sleeping at last] |
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[al:Yearbook] |
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Death is promised to the bee |
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Who's sting protects the colony. |
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Was its life worth nothing more |
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Than honey for the queen? |
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Life is a branch and it is a dove, |
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Handcrafted by confusing love. |
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Sign language is our reply, |
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When church bells make no sound. |
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In hollow towers and empty hives, |
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We craved sweetness with a fear of heights. |
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Was it all just a grain of sand |
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In an hourglass? |
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The smartest thing i've ever learned |
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Is that i don't have all the answers, |
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Just a little light to call my own. |
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Though it pales in comparison |
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To the overarching shadows, |
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A speck of light can reignite the sun |
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And swallow darkness whole. |
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Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss. |
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It is the finger pressed upon our lips. |
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It puts an unwanted emphasis |
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On how we should have lived. |
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Life is a gorgeous, broken gift. |
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Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed. |
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Love letters that were never signed, |
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Sent to where we live. |
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But the sweetest thing i've ever heard |
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Is that i don't have to have the answers, |
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Just a little light to call my own. |
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Though it pales in comparison |
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To the overarching shadows, |
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A speck of light can reignite the sun |
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And swallow darkness whole. |
