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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Seven + 1

We’re in this thing deeper
Deeper than we might ever know
Who’d have thought it, at that first show 
That you’d become my lover, and my dreamer

We glide along, from song to song
The hillsides less steep with doors ajar
With work and play we journey near and far
Whenever in doubt we work out whatever’s wrong

We’re in this thing deeper
Deeper than we might ever show
Who’d have thought it, fate would know
That you’d become my lover, and my redeemer

Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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