I'll fetch you water from the well,
if you sweep all the ashes out into the wind.
Because we sit by candle light again,
two moths that hover close to the light of morning.

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And how you made this cold boy smile.
From the storm you took me weathered, wearied and tired.
You showed me the lessons of simple things.
How love made this cold boy sing.

Some say that love is the poem of life.
Some say that love is the pain of being alive.
Some say that there's nothing on the other side.
Some have traded their souls for just a good time.

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When we are in harmony.
When we are in harmony.

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