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I need a silent, true way to admire, |
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like you as a sunset and I as a wildfire. |
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And I can't let the day go. |
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I've locked up these words in fear that I'd say them wrong. |
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Is it love as a mountain, or love as a simple song? |
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And the moment that the two meet |
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has now laid itself at your feet. |
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And love is not convenient. |
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It does not cease at your command. |
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You might take and leave it, |
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but love is all I am. |
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Love is all I am. |
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I need a boundless, soft way to commend, |
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like you as a temper and I as its tender end. |
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And however long your fits last, |
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I will live within your shadow cast. |
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And love is still your stranger. |
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It does not respect how much you'll stand. |
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You might be love's reminder, |
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but love is all I am. |
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Love is all I am. |
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I need a graceful, proud way to let go, |
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to smile and accept the things that you don't know. |
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The losses and the gains blurred |
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the weight of these as last words. |
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And love is not excitement. |
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It's not kissing or holding hands. |
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I'm not some assignment, |
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no, love is all I am. |
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Love is all I am. |
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Love is all I am. |
