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it seems every time i retire to bed
another crescendo starts up in my head
with oh so many insignificant things
the world does pull at my heart strings
always out of time does life perform
on my heart it's such a terrible storm
the perfect anthem to end it all to
a lullaby with which to say adieu
these songs of thoughts so bad
would be enough to send me mad
if not for the relief you bring
how in my heart your love always does sing
always does sing
always does sing
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This really moved me... thanks