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[ti:Emphasis] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Yearbook Collection] |
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Death is promised to the bee |
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Who's sting protects the colony |
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Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen? |
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Life is a branch and it is a dove |
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Handcrafted by confusing love |
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Sign language is our reply |
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When church beels make no sound |
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In hollow towers and empty hives |
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We craved sweetness with a fear of heights |
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Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass? |
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The smartest thing I've ever learned |
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Is that I don't have all the answers |
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Just a little light to call my own |
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Though it pales in comparison |
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To the overarching shadows |
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A speck of light can reignite the sun |
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And swallow darkness whole |
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Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss |
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It is the finger pressed upon our lips |
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It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived |
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Life is a gorgeous, broken gift |
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Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed |
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Love letters that were never signed |
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Sent to where we live |
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But the sweetest thing I've ever heard |
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Is that I don't have to have the answers |
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Just a little light to call my own |
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Though it pales in comparison |
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To the overarching shadows |
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A speck of light can reignite the sun |
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And swallow darkness whole |
