There's moving haze that holds his head,
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Of words that all go left unsaid.
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In darkened halls and passage ways,
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He's not ignorant,
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He must be brave
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Stronger than a chainmail-piece,
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This armour like the eagle'e free.
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But warm? No?
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It'll never keep me,
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But it might keep me.
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With eyes like those obsidian,
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There's always gonna be someone.
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But know there isn't much that I'd like more,
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Than to be the one you're waiting for.
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Something like a cloud clings,
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Cotton wool,
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But not touching.
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None could ever dim the glow,
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There'd be miles to sleep
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But still I'd go.
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Still I'd go,
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Oh I'd go,
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No one could dim the glow,
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Oh you know I'd still go.
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These countries they are wide and long,
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But fall inside a quiet song
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If you listen in the dead of night,
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You'll hear the whispers
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of the lover's fight.
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And if you love me let me know,
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There's probably days and days before I go.
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Oh, you will leave and I will too,
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But still, my love is love
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When love is due.
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Beneath the velvet canopy,
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No thought to how or where they've been.
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No mind to when they have to go,
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Oh, they speak the language lovers know.
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Say, I'd never loved at all;
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Never fell for Aphrodite's call,
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Never watched the rocks approach below,
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There'd be miles til sleep
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And still I'd go.
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Still I'd go,
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Oh I'd go
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The rocks approach below,
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But you know I'd still go.
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Better Left Unsaid
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Lisa Mitchell |