| It’s the season of grace coming out of the void
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| Where man is saved by a voice in the distance
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| It’s the season of possible miracle cures
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| Where hope is currency, and death is not the last unknown…
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| Where time begins to fade, and age is welcome home
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| It’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise
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| And holding fast with sharp realization
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| It’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
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| You are safe here
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| You know, now
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you
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| It’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
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| Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
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| It’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind
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| And knowing we are not alone in fear
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| Not alone in the dark…
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you
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| Don’t forget
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| Don’t forget I love, I love, I love you |