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Errant heat to the star |
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And the rain let in |
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The hawser rolls |
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The vessel's whole |
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And Christ, it's thin |
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Well, I'd know that you'd offer |
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Would reveal it, though it's soft and flat |
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Won't repeat it, cull and coffer's that |
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For the soffit, hang this homeward |
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Pry it open with your love |
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Sending lost and alone standing offers |
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It is steep / it is stone |
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Such recovery |
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From the daily press |
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The deepest nest |
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In keeper's keep |
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All the news at the door |
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Such a revelry |
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Well, it's hocked inside |
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Of everything |
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You said to me |
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It was found what we orphaned |
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Didn't mention it, would serve us picked |
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Said your love is known, I'm standing up on it |
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Aren't we married? |
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I ain't living in the dark no more |
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It's not a promise, I'm just gonna call it |
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Heavy mitted love |
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Our love is a star |
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Sure some hazardry |
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For the light before |
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And after most indefinitely |
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Danger has been stole away |
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[Unverified] |
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This is axiom |
