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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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I've a present to give you |
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When we finally figure it out |
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Funny that we still haven't figured it out |
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How we're still turning circles |
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In the vale that disguises |
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One flesh from the other |
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We were but reflections of rooms that hold echoes of coarser divides |
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Of rooms with a ragged interior |
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We hid under the lavender meadows |
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And pulled back wind ... curtains |
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But windy as the moon changes |
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Our love was nothing |
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God, just to feel you |
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And maybe we'll figure it out |
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And then I can give you my letter |
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Scatter the glass in the hallway |
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Call across rooms with the echo |