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You have a way with words
You say the same of me
Is there a universe
In which we didn't meet?
And if I loved you less then I could talk about it more
Orpheus is turning head before he's finished the long walk
And I do not believe that he was fated to at all
I cry in front of paintings now but not the ones I thought.
They say resistance is so futile
Soft the landing, hard the fall
Oh, there you are, my darling
What kept you down the hall?
I dream of you in starlight
And I choose you in the morn
Rushing through the dust at the beginning of it all.
And I less met you
I less met you than found you.
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