| Errant heat to the star
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| And the rain let in
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| And the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole 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 coffers 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, the deepest nest, 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 of everything 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 and after most indefinitely
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| Danger has been stole away
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| This is Axiom |