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Beautiful Things
Your eyes This ocean No words do them right I pray Pray, "Oh Maker
Maker make my song worth life" A song My song It fails unless it gives new meaning To life This life But there is nothing I can add tonight There's magic in the fact that something as pure as love Can never quite be conjured by words But man must aim to conquer heaven from earth He'll fail He'll cry: "Is anybody out there who'll show me How to come to peace with how lowly Every effort I make within me To describe a sunset or this oak tree Is when I compare it to the beauty Of the sight I behold before me"
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