| Your love
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| Swells and pounds me
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| I know nothing now that I know you
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| My face goes blank
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| My eyes go open gates
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| And the world can go (in them)
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| And the world can stay and make us wealthy
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| And take away
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| So, I hold nothing
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| Now that I hold nothing (now that I hold you)
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| There’s no place to use our money where we live
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| The generous world suggests generous living
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| So we lay under low wide branches
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| Of the oldest tree on the dune, in the hay
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| Where we will stay for so long
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| That the careful birds will relax
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| And make black nests in your black hair
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| And walk around beneath my still feet
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| And we will only notice the play of the world for a moment
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| And let it roll on, the way the world rolls on
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| We will only notice the world for a moment
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| And let it roll on, the way the world rolls on
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| The world, for a moment, and let it roll on
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| The way the world rolls on
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| Through open gates
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| And we will only notice the play of the world
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| (that long moss is growing on us)
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| (that the wind has rewritten us)
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| (the give and take not stopping ever)
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| For only a moment
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| In a generous way:
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| I give long walks to the dogs (In a generous way, I)
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| I put commas and periods in songs
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| I give closed eyes to the day
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| I give peace to the long decay
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| (we do not need to fear dying) |