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"Mourning to Joy"
All this pain has comeSo your will be doneOh how I acheAnd my heart does break
I Shouldn't.
Amidst a wasteland you danced with me. You twirled me around on the caps of the sea.   I swore I was flying. You swore that you loved me. But I found myself falling
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