| I’m grieving for the dreams that you could have had
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| Mist in the rain, snow on the rising tide
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| Over and over they disappear
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| I’m grieving for the love that we should have had
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| The feeling was there, I just couldn’t say the words
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| Holding you tight as we said goodbye
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| The last bright light
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| The last bright light
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| The last bright light
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| I’d rather put life in your heart
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| Than money in your hand
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| I’d rather put dreams where they could fly
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| Than let them disappear
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| In the emptiness
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| A cold heart dies
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| I hope that you know that I love you
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| The bright sun is swelling out of control
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| Nature is losing a child of her own
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| Burning her hands she’s holding the fort
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| To the last
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| The blue pearl is swallowed, snow on the rising tide
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| Thoughts will scatter like ancient remains
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| Beyond the night sky
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| The last bright light
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| The last bright light
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| The last bright light
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| The last bright light
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| I’d rather put life in your heart
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| I’d rather put dreams where they can fly
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| The terrible truth, the tears and the filth
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| The ghost of a winter so dim in your eyes
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| Standing alone, the sun in the night
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| Burning the autumn, the world on its knees
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| I hope that you know that I love you
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| I hope that you know that we love you
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| Away in the emptiness a cold star dies
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| I know that you know that we’ll miss you |