| Lovers' eyes are meant to gaze
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| Convey the weight of a poet’s praise
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| And hands designed to hold
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| To say what lips cannot
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| And lovers live for embrace
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| Their forms enjoined as their pulses race
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| Their forms are steady and sure
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| And this act, their bond restores
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| And it’s love without remorse
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| I’m told that you hold all things
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| And without you, that I’d cease to be
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| Oh my lover, I feel alone
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| And I know these are primitive needs
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| But I still need you here to hold me
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| A cup, a candle and this bread
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| A table for remembrance
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| The quite awe of penitence
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| The still refrain of broken men
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| In this moment weakness speaks
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| I feel the weight of my being
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| And for the moment you release
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| The particles in everything
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| I am undone
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| I am undone
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| I’m told that you hold all things
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| And without you that I’d cease to be
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| Oh my Jesus, I feel aone
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| And I know these are primitive needs
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| But I still need you here to hold me
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| But you don’t just hold me
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| You hold me together
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| You don’t just hold me
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| You hold me together |