| Sometimes I recall what others have said
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| Love is for lovers in love and full grown
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| Life’s for the living and death’s for the dead
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| And the depth of a heart is a fathom unknown
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| Sometimes when I get to thinkin' about you
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| And all the things that we’ve never said to each other
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| It seems such a shame to go blue
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| When there’s so many years to lie silent and dead
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| I know you know all about life
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| You know I know nothing at all
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| Still, why should I know daily strife
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| When the touch of your hand makes me glad I’m so small?
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| Time brings us trouble as days come and go
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| I know you know I’ll understand
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| Could you, would you suffer? |
| Oh-oh
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| And a blink of your eye and I’m at your command
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| Think of the years before we were a pair
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| Years lived apart, we spent learning to farm
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| Sowing, growing and learning to care for ourselves
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| And preparing for each other’s arms
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| Love is a flower, blooms when we’re too young
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| Pluck it, it’s gone, tend it, it grows
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| We’ve been tending since the first sprout was sprung
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| To the most patient farmer, the best harvest boys |