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If you left
I would send a thousand storms to you
In hopes that you would send a thousand more
hear how the thunder hides me

As my thoughts turn to you,
My body rips itself to shreds
And lava flows through my veins
Yet I still look on with glass eyes

Allow my soul to envelop you
And I promise, o I promise
You’ll feel how the sun makes spring flowers smile
You’ll feel how the breeze caresses the mountains

Know me in the fog
Touch me with moonlit fingers
Taste me as I cry
And feel how entirely you are loved

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