And meet me there, bundles of flowers,
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We wait through the hours of cold
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Winter shall howl at the walls,
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Tearing down doors of time.
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Shelter as we go...
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And promise me this:
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You'll wait for me only,
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Scared of the lonely arms.
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Surface, far below these words
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And maybe, just maybe I'll come home
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Who am I, darling to you?
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Who am I?
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Gonna tell you stories of mine
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Who am I?
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Who am I, darling for you?
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Who am I?
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Gonna be a burden in time, lonely
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Who am I, to you?
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Who am I, darling for you?
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Who am I?
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Going to be a burden
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Who am I, darling to you?
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Who am I?
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I come alone here
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I come alone here
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Promise
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| Ben Howard |
