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A single perfect dew drop forms |
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The first pearl of the morning |
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And as the air surrounding warms |
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And darkness ebbs away |
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Another fragile day |
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She's there observing silently |
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A witness to creation |
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She understands the irony |
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This is her final scene |
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A picture in a dream |
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The way it's always been |
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But it comes as a cost |
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With this sense that something permanent is lost |
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That a line has been crossed |
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An argument to which there's no riposte |
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That's a singularity |
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It's your own mortality |
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It's the punishment and prize |
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It's the lights before your eyes |
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Come alive, oh firefly of mine |
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Tomorrow is un-reachable |
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Tomorrow is invention |
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Tomorrow is un-teachable |
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It's where the answers hide |
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It's where we don't arrive |
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How precious is the time we've left |
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How priceless every moment |
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We must abandon hopeless quests |
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This business of forgiveness |
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This notion of atonement |
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But it comes as a cost |
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With this sense that something permanent is lost |
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That a line has been crossed |
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An argument to which there's no riposte |
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That's a singularity |
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It's your own mortality |
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It's the punishment and prize |
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It's the lights before your eyes |
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Come alive, oh firefly of mine |
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But it comes as a cost |
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With this sense that something permanent is lost |
|
That a line has been crossed |
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An argument to which there's no riposte |
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That's a singularity |
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It's your own mortality |
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It's the punishment and prize |
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It's the lights before your eyes |
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Come alive, oh firefly of mine |
