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You were the dream that survived |
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Lost in the darkness of eternity |
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You were the hope kept alive |
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Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see |
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You had a beauty denied, you were the moment |
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But here in this night where your dream carries on |
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone |
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You are the star that is wished upon forever |
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You were the one that believed |
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Long past when belief was a memory |
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The child time would never concede |
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Faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be |
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You had a beauty denied, a glittering moment |
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But here in this night where your dream carries on |
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone |
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You are the star that is wished upon forever |
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Do you believe in night, does it hold you close? |
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When you're at your last card |
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Pray hard, |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Still the night rolls on, brings you to your knees |
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When you look back that far |
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Each scar suddenly just starts to bleed |
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The night it keeps burning while twisting and turning |
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Its way to tomorrow, its joys and its sorrows |
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Our secrets beneath her, we drive each stake deeper |
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Then offer to barter but each deal is harder |
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The cloaks we keep changing while gliding through weddings |
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Of nights to their morning, of dreams to their dawning |
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While reaching for moments, the world has forbidden |
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The kindness inside them so carefully hidden |
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The pages keep turning but no one is learning |
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They feed them to pyres to stoke up their fires |
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Of ignorance, apathy, forbidding charity |
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The flames, they grow higher, could such be desired |
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And Christ and |
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Confucius, are all their words useless? |
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We quote them in fractions but not in our actions |
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Aurelius and |
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Hugo, Auden and |
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GibranThe words they have written seem so quickly gone |
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For somewhere there's dirt that was once reddish mud |
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From soaking up liquid that was a man's blood |
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But both earth and |
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God, they have deemed to forgive |
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So each year in the spring new flowers do live |
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And of all the authors your favorite was |
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WildeWith each timeless story, all penned with such style |
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Of fairytale kingdoms where ogres save children |
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And no gardens have walls so all children might use them |
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And since that's the ending you valued the most |
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You cling to that card, |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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Holy Ghost |
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Father, Son and |
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HolyBut here in this night where your dream carries on |
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Never quite there but it's never quite gone |
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You are the star that is wished upon forever |
