| this beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-
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| son words as arrows fly, while distant
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| thoughts intrude like poetry, some
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| apprehension… and some regret.
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| why can’t it be like it used to be?
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| why can’t it be like it was?
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| here i am thinking about you- whenever
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| i close my eyes i’m dreaming of you.
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| And if i have to live my life without
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| you forever, i can close my eyes and
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| dream of you
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| life can be so cruel- take away these
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| regrets
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| a shiny insect, just a plaything? |
| have
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| you ever heard the butterfly cry?
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| would you sacrifice beauty for the
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| adreneline? |
| and would he hate you if he
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| died?
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| why can’t it be like it used to be?
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| why can’t it be like it was?
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| here i am thinking about you- whenever
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| i close my eyes i’m dreaming of you
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| And if i have to live my life without
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| you forever, i can close my eyes and
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| dream of you |