| I need a silent, true way to admire
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| Like you as a sunset, and I as a wildfire
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| And I can let the day go
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| I’ve locked up these words in fear that I’d say them wrong
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| Is it love as a mountain or love as a simple song?
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| And the moment that the two meet
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| Has now laid itself at your feet
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| And love is not convenient
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| It does not cease at your command
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| You might take and leave it
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| But love is all I am
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| Love is all I am
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| I need a boundless, soft way to commend
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| Like you as a temper and I as its tender end
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| And however long your fits last
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| I will live within your shadow cast
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| And love is still your stranger
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| It does not respect how much you’ll stand
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| You might be love’s reminder
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| But love is all I am
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| Love is all I am
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| I need a graceful, proud way to let go
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| To smile and accept the things that you don’t know
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| The losses and the gains blurred
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| The weight of these as last words
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| And love is not excitement
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| It’s not kissing or holding hands
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| I’m not some assignment
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| No, love is all I am
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| Love is all I am |