| Underneathe the sun there is a light.
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| Unveil your light, that I can move.
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| My heart’s still in a crescent veil,
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| A wash of haze in a rushing night.
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| A silver-studded torn, and tattered gown,
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| she ruled the room with it — I just stared.
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| A warning roaring, miles above,
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| hanging over a warn-out night.
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| And the words we spoke were few,
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| We were feeling something strange.
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| I swear I thought you knew.
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| Then you said, «darling, how could you?»
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| Remember back when we first met?
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| It dont mean much.
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| All those things you said, you never meant.
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| It dont mean much.
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| How can I forgive, and just forget?
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| It dont mean much.
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| And all that time we spent, I swear we wasted.
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| It dont mean much.
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| And all at once, it’s not important.
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| What fell in place just falls apart again, I guess.
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| Not happy, I can only hope.
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| It’s only time, and you know i’ll wait.
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| Because then it’s like when we first met.
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| It dont mean much.
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| And all those things I said, I never meant.
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| It dont mean much.
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| But how can you forgive, and just forget?
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| It dont mean much.
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| And all that time we spent, we said we wasted. |