| It’s hard letting go, more than I thought
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| And if the truth be told, I’m a pillar soft
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| I’m a pillar soft
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| For ever every time that it took
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| Another bleeding glance, another long last look
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| How can the mind transcend, how can the heart describe
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| We light a candle everyday
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| I’ll ask the question even when the wine seems hollow
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| And breathe the silence and that usually follows
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| I am the cup, mended and washed, I am the container for all that I’ve lost
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| And all that I’ve lost and gathered again
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| Is only what hangs in the air when the music ends
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| How can the mind transcend, how can the heart describe
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| We light a candle everyday
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| I’ll ask the question even when the wine seems hollow
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| And breathe the silence and that usually follows
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| And now and then all visitations
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| That have a? |
| for hard but true
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| How many times I had to ask
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| The thing that I already knew
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| He said my horizon is getting closer to me
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| I need you to look beyond and tell me what you see
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| Here’s what I see, but I need hardly know
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| Out on the curve of the earth is a hope that won’t let go
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| How can the mind transcend, how can the heart describe?
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| We light a candle everyday
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| I’ll ask the question even when the wine seems hollow
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| And breathe the silence and that usually follows |