| Yes my love, I confess to you
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| I am only here to break your heart in two
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| The very flower you chose that day
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| Its only task was to decay
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| You see?
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| When I watched your first bathing
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| I only warned you with a lowered voice
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| «Be wary of my river’s undertow
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| It flows with water from the coldest source»
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| Did you hear?
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| And then I made sure
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| You would always return
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| You still know of dawn
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| But you always return
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| When you hid under my black wings
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| They couldn’t have protected you from anything
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| Once in flight they would have let go
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| You would have once again wound up below
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| Only broken
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| Indeed, it’s wrong to keep you near me
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| One could call me cruel and deceiving
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| But in your sacred air I am full of light
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| Your loving arms are the true delight
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| To which I’m lost
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| And you’ve noticed it
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| There is something right here
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| You have come to love, yes you’ve come to love
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| What you always will fear
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Yes, my love, I confess to you
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| I’ve nothing but the means to break your heart in two
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| My part in yours may seem important now
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| But with every spring it will seem so small
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| Just for now I am your fall
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| I am your fall
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| I am your fall |