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Yellow she affords
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My words fail
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As you sleep and count the stars, think of others
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How / remarkable it is to know that so many
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From far off, the joyful voice of a trumpet
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I want to wake every morning into love,
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and the luminescent moon
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Love me, love me with two hands
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I leaned honestly
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It would have to shine. And burn. And be
