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The pen scratches vellum paper and the words flow |
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Ink stained fingers dreaming up this letter to you |
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Your love lingers in the shades of a grey morning |
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Sentence escapes in the mist |
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The pictures of home swallowed by a narrow margin |
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Delusions creeping upon me, I'm shaded |
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The subtlety of time makes everything clearer |
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Clawing to my chains, squirming with my agony |
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Scared of never seeing you again |
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But I never knew you anyway |
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It could have been so different |
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It just never happened that way |
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Have I told you about the magpie, my only friend |
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Have you heard about the tears and the nights in the rain |
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And I want you to know, I want you by my side |
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I could have helped you find a way back into this world |
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If I ever face this world, we'll be together |
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This is for you to know. This is for you to feel. |
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The subtlety of time makes everything clearer |
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Clawing to my chains, squirming with my agony |
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Scared of never seeing you again |
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But I never knew you anyway |
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It could have been so different |
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It just never happened that way |
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The sun is setting, leaving me no sanctuary |
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And I can't stand another night like this |
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Tomorrow I will follow my friend among the trees |
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My final letter, I will write it down for you |
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Keep it with your poems because they were all true |
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Just so you know, you didn't get here in time |
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Have I told you about the magpie, my only friend |
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Have you heard about the tears and the nights in the rain |
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And I want you to know, I want you by my side |
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I could have helped you find a way back into this world |
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If I ever face this world, we'll be together |
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This is for you to know. This is for you to feel. |
