| A thousand years, a thousand more,
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| A thousand times a million doors to eternity
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| I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
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| An endless turning stairway climbs
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| To a tower of souls
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| If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
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| The towers rise to numberless floors in space
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| I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
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| A million names but only one truth to face
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| A million roads, a million fears
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| A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
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| I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
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| A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
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| But if there was a single truth, a single light
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| A single thought, a singular touch of grace
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| Then following this single point, this single flame,
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| The single haunted memory of your face
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| I still love you
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| I still want you
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| A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
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| Like galaxies in my head
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| I may be numberless, I may be innocent
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| I may know many things, I may be ignorant
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| Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
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| Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
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| I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
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| Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
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| Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
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| I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief
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| I still love you
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| I still want you
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| A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
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| Like galaxies in my head
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| On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
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| Eternities still unsaid
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| 'Til you love me |