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Dirty your face |
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With longing and grace, God-given |
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Suffer her heart |
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And love her when your love goes unrequited |
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Where the cool winds blow |
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I must surely go |
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For my love calls me below to drag her |
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from the depths of my soul |
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When will I see her again? |
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The other side of friends |
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The darkened claws of death |
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The empty breath desire |
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Dirty your face |
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With longing and grace, God-given |
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Suffer her heart |
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And love her when your love goes unrequited |
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Restless in my speech |
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And ruthless in my teach |
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So vacant in my breach |
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I drive the dirt up her garden |
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Sorrow |
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She'll never listen again |
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No other lovers to bend |
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Just rotten apples to eat |
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Just letter yellowed distant scorn |
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Dirty your face |
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With longing and grace, God-given |
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Suffer her heart |
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And love her when your love goes unrequited |
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Life just fades away |
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Purity just begs |
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Dust to dust, we're wired into sadness |
