| Love used to be the ruler
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| From which you measured all
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| Love used to be the dizzying height
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| From which you wished to fall
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| Love used to be the white and gauzy apparition
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| Towering in your dreams
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be the horseshoe made of iron
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| And always smiling up
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| And in your arms it gathered
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| All manner of silky satin golden luck
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| Love used to be the pyramid and on top
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| Its eye that always sees
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Dig a six-foot hole inside my chest
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| Heart like a gravestone, lay it down to rest
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| Goodbye, love
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| Amen
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| Love used to be a sigh like petals
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| Gently falling down
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| From the flower of my lover’s
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| Half open rosebud mouth
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| Love used to be the thirst, oh, and the quenching
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| The question in no need of answering
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be hope unflinching
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| A dare that believed it must
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| Love used to be the heady, drunken feeling of
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| Flesh heavy with lust
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| Love used to be a photograph of the future
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| Taken by one mind, four eyes could see
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Dig a six-foot hole inside my chest
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| Heart like a gravestone, lay it down to rest
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| Goodbye, love
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| Amen
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| Love used to be a miracle
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| The proof that God exists
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| As it doubled our image
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| Immortality delivered by the double helix
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| Love used to be the bedrock you built a life upon
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| Into the future reaching
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| It used to be what woke you each day
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| And eased me into sleeping
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| Love used to be my compass
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| But now I’m alone and I’m adrift and I’m lost at sea
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| Cause love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be
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| Love used to be |