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Love is storm and wind and tide, |
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all the tears your heart can hold, |
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But I look back after Loss of love |
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and know the days were gold. |
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I see on fly shattered skies; |
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not a ray of light to find, |
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But I look back after Loss of love |
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and sunlight blinds my mind. |
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Songs were sung with words as young as May, |
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But in the midst of summer, winter came; |
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A chill blew out the flame, |
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Now the words of haunted songs |
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ring as clear as they did then. |
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Still I look back after Loss of Love, |
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and live to love again, |
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live to love again. |
