Deep it must have been
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The thorn that spread a veil of constancy
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Times in stalemate, times of certitude
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Again and again this wound
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It's these moments
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When the comfort of the bygone
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And the light of long gone days
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Enchant me with their hollow songs
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And grasp for me with their stone-cold hands.
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A new morning
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Another past coming along
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struggling on way too close, way too far
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today I do remember
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the bitter tears of fall we shed on a day like this
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And both we know that you knew
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pain would grow through you
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But we pretended soils would flourish
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from the time we turn our backs.
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Saw your eyes in amber leaves
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Heard your weeping in repose
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Drank your tears with the water
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followed your footmarks in the moss.
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It's these moments
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When the comfort of the bygone
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And the light of long gone days
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Enchant me with their hollow songs
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befool me with a sham appeal
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And both we know that you knew
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pain would grow through you
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But we pretended soils would flourish
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from the time we turn our backs.
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Fall
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| Disillusion |
