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The stories she told me of long ago, |
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Started with love and ended in sorrow. |
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The peaks of the mountains disappear, |
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Eroded by heartbreak and all her tears. |
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It started one Sunday afternoon, |
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Intoxicated by flowers bloom. |
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I fell asleep by the big maple tree. |
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That's where she said she saw me. |
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Spirits recognize from previous lives, |
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The love we share; the passion we refuse to hide. |
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And in my dream I woke from silence, |
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Knowing that my very life would balance, |
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On every single breath that she would take. |
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Save all my worries for another day. |
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We made love in the subtlest of ways. |
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Rain clouds so very far away. |
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Time as abundant as the blue sky. |
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I'd live forever she was the reason... |
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...Why count the days when tomorrow will only be the same pure heaven, |
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Oh your lovin' paves the roads with solid gold. |
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Never makes me want to return... |
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...Home is of a different world. |
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Lucid dreams are flooding me. |
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Fantasy and earthquake. |
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There's only so much one can take before they slip and then begin to... |
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...Break. I don't want to fall away from here. |
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So full of fear, but gravity pulls me back to reality. |
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Nothing's ever as it seems when our minds are full of dreams. |