| I look up from where I stand
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| He looks back on where he stood
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| Oh how the seasons change
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| Oh how things stay the same
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| And I hardly know love
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| And again I do not leave
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| In the turning of the day
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| I will change, I will remain
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| It is good, it is good
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| It is good to love a heart
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| Who surely understands
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| Oh the coming of the day
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| And the beauty of the land
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| The act of being sorry
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| And the breaking of a mind
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| That girl, she is still here
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| Though her days have come unclear
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| Oh faithful in the night
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| Oh trusting what is right
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| And our caution will remain
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| Two hearts beating innocent
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| But I will love until I die
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| Kill me slowly in the night
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| It is good, it is good
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| It is good to love a heart
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| Who surely understands
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| Oh the coming of the day
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| And the beauty of the land
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| And the act of being sorry
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| And the breaking of a mind
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| Through the forest floor
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| To the deepest sea
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| To the highest of the mountains
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| And the thickest of the trees
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| Baby, I am waiting here
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| In the shadow of the dawn
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| Mmh, ahh ahh, mhmm
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| Mmh, ahh ahh, mhmm
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| I look out from where I stood
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| He looks back from where he stood
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| Oh how the seasons change
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| Oh how things stay the same |