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Burning of a million torches |
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All that bare your name |
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So in their darkness, |
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they bring you great light |
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And sonorous of black holes |
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you steal their flame |
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So I'm learning protection |
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For my self contained light |
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In a plethora of burning suns, |
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In the blackest of pure twilight |
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And although I wish |
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to give endlessly |
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I will not relinquish my sight |
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Let us linger in our luster together |
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Together in this Parisian |
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garden of light |
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So in this perfect of hours |
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And in our silent of space |
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Pray the world grows perfectly still |
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And surrender to our silence, yea |
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Let me come |
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Be still in your silence |
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Be silent and hopeful |
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Again.... |
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I'd like for you |
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To be still in our silence |
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Be golden in darkness |
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A g a i n |
