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if it weren’t for love I’d snooze all day
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Leaving hope to the dark
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It is certain
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Whoever you are
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For days the fireflies have been eating my darkness
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Say goodnight to every part
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and the closed bud shrugs off
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I come before the rumor of fountains, to the
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tell the clowned-out clouds and the rain,
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What if the land had its own language?
