| The most beautiful thought
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| Is the fact that I have always loved you
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| Even before I knew what those words meant, I knew that I loved you
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| And that I was loved by you
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| Without knowing your name, where you were from
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| Or whether you were happy or perhaps sad at times
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| I so deeply loved you, infinitely
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| I dreamt in the sound of your voice and bathed in the colour of your love
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| I sought solace in the thought that you were somewhere out there,
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| doing the same as I was
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| Like how at night I would often close my eyes
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| And lay on my back with my hands outstretched to the Heavens above
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| It was there that I felt this, though I can feel your hands in mine
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| Our fingers interlocked, with only time and space between us
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| And I would watch as our arms would spin in small circles through the cosmos
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| As if hand in hand we broke through the barriers of what lies free from our
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| understanding
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| Maybe it’s naive of me to think that a love like this could exist
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| But I suppose what other option is there?
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| I was built to believe in the impossible, and my imagination isn’t capable of
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| anything less than
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| Every cell and fibre of my body understands this to be true
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| That on the other side of me there exist and always has existed…
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| You
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| The most beautiful thought
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| Is that maybe each and every heartbreaking door was merely a bridge to one
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| another
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| Or that perhaps the love I had found behind the eyes of the strangers I’d met
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| along my path
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| Were but reminders that I was one step closer to you
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| My love, how I have yearned for you
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| And the way in which I see you, and feel you
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| This pulsating beat trapped underneath my ribs, it beats for you and you alone
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| Is that not proof revealing itself?
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| I don’t suppose I will ever know the answer
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| And I’m contempt in my role as an architect of answerless questions
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| There’s beauty in that truth
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| And oh, the beauty of belief, the fabric on which love stands
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| The most beautiful thought
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| Is that you exist, that you, the equal to me in every way exist
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| And that no other shall see me the way you see me
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| And no other shall see you the way I see you
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| This is the most beautiful thought
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| Without knowing your name, where you are from
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| Or whether you are happy or perhaps sad at this very moment
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| I so deeply loved you, and I am so deeply loved by you, infinitely
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| That is the most beautiful thought |