"Good Morning," she said to me as I walked through the door.
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(must have been quarter to nine...)
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But I didn't mind, or bother the time
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because at the time I was pulled into her eyes-are deep,
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in bloom with the sea,
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and I'm helpless in my hopelessness.
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So I sit and stare, imagined this minute without you there.
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How meaningless it would be.
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I close my eyes from reality,
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and begin to see a new life for the first time.
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For the first time, my thoughts are deep,
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in bloom with the sea,
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and I'm helpless in my hopelessness.
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Losing strength.
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Finding blood that runs thicker than the first time.
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Who's to blame,
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they point their fingers above.
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Anyone but me, anywhere but here.
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So this charade is over,
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your noble eyes are weary,
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and this burden you gave is overwhelming.
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Maybe I'll move out west,
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where the tears are fresh and the eyes are cold.
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And in it's shelter my heart won't welter and I can be alone.
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Winter Park, Colorado
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| Remember Maine |
