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Well, where were we when stolen turns |
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Of torment heard crept through the trees? |
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The faceless stage of loaded leaves |
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The mountain mounds around our feet |
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The soiled and severed dormant reeds |
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On shopfronts filled our brooding streets |
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The love we draw, upon so sweet |
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The moment strained our stillness |
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Above the calls of only men |
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That brave the dirt of handheld pen |
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And in the end our weightless state |
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Was all we had to break away |
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I know I should have stayed that day |
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Your eyes wrapped 'round me still |
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And in the now, this wistful town |
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Was swept and drowned beneath its ground |
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But how the streets adore me now |
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But how the streets adore me now |
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My love, my light, my darkness |
