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... and I love you the same.
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Come along, my love, and we will go downto the place where the river meets the stream.We'll follow it north, leave prints in the groundwhere the mud t..
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Your
mother and your father will sit across from your brothers
and
your sisters, and whisper, and hold hands, and pray,
“We
didn't mean ..
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When
the darkness closes in among us, upon us,
and
it falls, and it breaks like dawn.
When
the fog settles down among us, upon us,
will
we fall..
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Do
you still think of me under that cold December rain?
And
all the times that we said we'd be reborn to live again?
Oh,
but a door was open- lef..
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I
have condemned many more men than I have saved.
I
have sent so many young men to their graves.
And
I have asked help of no-one, even those I cl..
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I’ve
got blood on my blade and red in my ledger,
but
a pure white shade is my favourite colour.
And
I won’t let myself sleep when it&..
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Do
you remember that one time
when
you thought you loved a person
more
than anything in the world?
But
once you had them
you
realised
that
..
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There’s
a darkness in the candy sitting on your bedside table,
in
the creamy mousse-filled centre, caramel.
There’s
a darkness in the..
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Her
love is the moon above January's first snow,and
the snow itself.It
is the light powder underfoot that the night-breeze blows
into
flurries t..
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