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Rain a plague of drowning days |
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Gray and cold |
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Time in time she went away |
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Truth untold |
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Down the road through the gate |
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Here are flowers moss and stone |
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Clear the path to the door |
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The quiet house is now her own |
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Safe the secrets that she knew |
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Still we learned |
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Hope just like a garden grew |
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She returned |
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Down the road through the gate |
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Here are flowers moss and stone |
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Clear the path to the door |
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The quiet house is now her own |
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Something is ending |
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Something beginning |
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There in the dark of the woods |
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Chasing light through the trees |
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We ran as fast as we could |
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Till she stopped suddenly |
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Warm was her breath on my skin |
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As she kissed me and cried |
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Then she disappeared from within |
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To a place she could hide |
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Now there's a hole in the night |
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Where her light used to be |
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So I light a candle and wait |
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And I pray she is free |
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Down the road in the quiet house |
