The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
With all the hurt that I’ve done, hold it high for me
that can’t be undone, hold it high for me
light and guide me through, hold it high for me
I’ll do the same for you, and hold it high for me
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