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Joviann, I have no use for histories |
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My mind catches only the loudest of |
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The brightest storms |
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It's no mystery |
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That the night begins as a roving wind that |
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Summons the earth |
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From under my feet |
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And I see the grains one after another |
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Go up in the drift |
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Encircling me |
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I used to love |
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The end of the night |
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When the sun would break through |
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The seam of the horizon but now |
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Joviann Things aren't the same |
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No day is complete |
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Because with the moon |
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Love fades away from me |
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I used to love |
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I used to love |
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Joviann, how can |
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I sustain moments like these |
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Oh how the time crumbles out of existence |
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When something has changed |
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And become a need |
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My heart is weighted with a resistance |
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That deadens the pain |
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When you're not with me |
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And I feel the grains one after another |
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Are slipping away |
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I used to love |
