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Dust from your skin
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Must trust, when it scatters
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Only love matters
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It's been overjoyed
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Scents and perfumes
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Whence, since your higher fragrance
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Is memory
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Incense and never destroy
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Every stop we've taken
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Is now a wonderous shrine
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Where nature is in order
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Your sense is sensing mine
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As I love you
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All the creatures play
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As I love you
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Now it's safe to say
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There's no hang up in our way
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The trees in our gaze
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will show us the love that we breath in
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This shouldn't amaze
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They openly love all they are
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And love's all they are
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Gifts, to begin
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Bliss, cliffs of expression
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They suit our impression
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and every whim.
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Taste has got thirst
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Faced, waste
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Beyond uses,
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with so many juices
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Were filled to the brim
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Our pleasure's not forsaken
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we cultivate our bend
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More chances re-awaken when beginning meets the end
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As I love you,
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Now it's safe to say
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There's no hang up in our way
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As I love you
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The faith that we build
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Will strengthen our close growing closer
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Till waiting is filled
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We simply remember we are,
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where ever we are.
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Clay that we print
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May stay as we mold it
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but will never hold it
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The promise is long
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Till we're complete
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Will, still is intention
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We still need attention to help us along.
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Dust
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