| How soft we ache,
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| bleeding with a friend, relieving pain,
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| all my thoughts that further lost,
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| once so vivid,
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| the candle sits
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| and window spits,
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| light came at last,
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| we ride in the same old seats,
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| cut the wide country side away,
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| those were lovely days,
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| flat shoes and gravel cramp your style,
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| that one, that one,
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| that oh so cheerful grin,
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| memory love is a language,
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| we speak when we want some,
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| how soft we ache
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| for a feeling we cannot recall,
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| my heart with gain and loss
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| gave sweet away,
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| I feel my heart adore uptake,
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| invite with fire bright,
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| like Leo, shimmer long,
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| I know I can’t live it over,
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| so I lay my back in the clover,
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| we cut a path to the cliffside,
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| our eyes saw right to the horizon,
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| I know I can’t live it over,
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| so I lay my back in the clover,
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| we cut a path to the cliffside,
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| our eyes saw right to the horizon
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| I know I can’t live it over,
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| so I lay my back in the clover,
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| we cut a path to the cliffside,
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| our eyes saw right to the horizon
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| I know I can’t live it over,
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| so I lay my back in the clover, |
| we cut a path to the cliffside,
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| our eyes saw past the horizon
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| woooowheee |