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2012 I cannot count all the ways I burn like fire
When I close my eyes and let your music in
I cannot encompass the emotions stilled
Or stirred in me from your notes
With all my words from here til my life over
I can never explain this
Or even understand what is it that is born in me to the beat of his fiddle
Little fairies dancing off his flute into my soul
I cannot count all the ways my life burns for this land
Green and mossy and wet with rainy dew
I cannot count all the ways I’m in-love with you
