| The word that you had found for me
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| Was a favorite sound of mine
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| It swayed under your canopy
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| To fill the end of time
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| I was the only one this century
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| To remind you all is fine
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| With every truth there is a mystery
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| With a vision so divine
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| I wish that I had met you
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| When your heart was safe to hold
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| When you were simple and fancy
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| In that field of marigolds
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| And when you burned the sentiment
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| Like a candle next to mine
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| The southern wind it kept the flame
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| Flickering in time
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| I wanted everything to be confused
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| And the mission not aligned
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| But when I looked into your sacred eyes
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| I was empty with no surprise
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| And when I wasn’t so happy
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| I would say a prayer of old
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| When we were simple and fancy
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| In that field of marigolds
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| I wish that I could grow up with you
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| I wanna see the world the way you do
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| I want to fall off the edge with you
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| I want to fun with you
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| I was the only one this century
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| To remind you all is fine
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| With every truth there is a mystery
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| With a vision so divine
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| I wish that I had met you
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| When your heart was safe to hold
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| When you were simple and fancy
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| In that field of marigolds |