Years keep dripping away, I notice the little things,
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Moments in a mirror, holding the paper farther.
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Moving slower and feeling colder,
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Scared to trust my heart to another.
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But I realized in the bottom of my well, that I was nowhere: safe but still in hell.
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I had to pick myself up and believe that I would love again.
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Yes, I will love again.
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And I'll love you for life, heart of my cry, darling of mine.
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And I'll walk through this fire, lay down my life, my violet eyes.
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Oh Universe, oh Godly place, delivered you in a Christmas cake.
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Sweaters and cheddars and knowing your mother,
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Poems, and lamas, and children among us,
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Valentines, and showing spine,
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Going after what was mine
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So divine, those kisses on our first night,
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And patience and wisdom pulling us to each-other, blessings in finding our life together,
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I'm picking myself up and believing that I will love again.
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Yes I do love again.
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And I'll love you for life, heart of my cry, darling of mine.
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And I'll walk through this fire, lay down my life, my violet eyes.
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A notarized paper will never together make our unity.
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The wreckage of marriage, the bloody damned baggage between you and me,
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Won't tarnish this silent of sacred decrees,
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That I will, I will be
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Yours eternally.
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And I'll love you for life, heart of my cry, darling of mine.
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And I'll walk through this fire, lay down my life, my violet eyes,
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Violet eyes, violet eyes.
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Violet Eyes
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| Paula Cole |
