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A love, A life
How about you
Figure out how
You feel about it
The moon is passing
Full of itself
Not of it's own light
But rid of the dark
And that's enough
How about you
Figure out now
What you'll do with it
Gather up the flowers
Half way to
The door
You never guessed
Couldn't have
Either way it's how
It always would've been
