| i brought back more that you will ever know
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| stare deep into the blue you’ll see the shapes that move below
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| i never learned a lesson that i didn’t learn by heart
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| and when one lesson ends i find, another lesson starts
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| and something moved me in the shadows on his skin
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| in a place where half-remembered clouds lie down upon the sea
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| shiplight and starlight as the colours disappear
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| where he paints from photographs, under a pale blue bulb
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| from the beginning he held me like a child
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| no jealousy or envy, he lets my heart run wild
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| he paints from photographs of sun and sea and sky
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| and softly he can play
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| and something in him haunts me
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| the water sighs sometimes when a wave hits solid ground
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| you can hear the stones sometimes, singing in the sea
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| there’s a sea-change in me — it’s in him too
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| and though we lost something beautiful
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| we make ourselves anew
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| i brought back more than you will ever know
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| stare deep into my eyes: all the sadnesses and things i’ve seen
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| it comes like alchemy, makes gold-dust of our hearts
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| and when one lesson ends i find, another lesson starts. |