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count them
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the days that have passed
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the love that bursts contained
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the grief that goes unheard
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the longing that eats your days
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the desire that breaks you down
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the words that spill over
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the drenching hours-your face unseen
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waves that run your down
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the touch that waits to happen
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the fueling burning of the spirit
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the many voices that echo in you
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the waves that drag your far, far away
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the tomorrow that marks the day

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