my tears, they fall right from my heart
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know
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