the memories to you; became what gives life to the dreams that i bore

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oh my love, i can see through it all. this is where we shall end up, after all that is sour, has come to an end. a sky oh so clear, with a wooden cottage, that oh my love, was our home.

oh do not fear, if the electricity to our house was cut, for oh my love, we can always instead, under a moon and talk about all things that oh are dear to us.
about all things, that oh my love, we dream of.

oh my love, share the fears to you, that you chose to hide. let this land; away from all noise, feel the salt to your tears, as you try to hide them, while confessing all that you had to go through.
oh my love, i promise you, no one else will ever, step over them again.

for oh you and the love in you…

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