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Heaven's filled with the reflections |
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of a thousand wishes, made out of |
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fire. Something to hope for, a reason |
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to stay. I saw mine through a front |
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room window so I grabbed my coat |
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and went outside. |
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I found you standing on the side- |
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walk and I found truth. I grabbed |
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my phone and crossed the street. |
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Thank you for last spring. I hope |
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you are well. Here's to next year, |
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must it bring us both the days that |
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we've worked for. |
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Here are hours that I can't recall |
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but I saw it on film. I seemed to be |
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happy so I take it that I must have |
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been. Next thing I know I sit on a |
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couch, it's six in the morning on |
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January first. It's my brother's birth- |
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day and you're still by my side. |
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There might be fire |
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but fire soon turns us to ashes. |
