| Vast outstreched diamond lakes in the sky
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| the mighty stillness of mountains
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| rain will fall — maybe forever
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| winds of mercy, I hope
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| will take me far from this…
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| …This desolate place
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| And I fear you’re love will fade away
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| And I fear there’s no end to this pain
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| And I fear your heart has turned away
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| And I fear I won’t see you again
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| And in the night I often turn to the starres
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| this diamond lake of tears
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| and I think back
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| when you and I were one
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| Under this…
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| …this desolate sun
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| And I cry for that broken dream
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| And I cry for for the absence of your love
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| And I cry for your broken word
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| And I cry for the loss of your light
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| In the season of night let it come
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| that the raven may gueard upon thee
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| and when pursued by snow, rain, wind
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| and darkness let it come that I see
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| with the celestial eyes of bright wisdom
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| — from the Tibetan Book of the Dead
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| And I wish your hand were in mine
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| And I wish that all is not lost
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| And I hope that whereever you’re fine
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| And I know I miss you all to much |