Like starting war,
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Like spilling ink.
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Like the empty street
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You swore you saw
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Before you blinked.
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There's no second thought,
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There's no turning back.
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There's no calling off
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This avalanche.
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Every day, now spent
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Underneath white flags.
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Every intention, eclipsed
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By every stain of the past.
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There's no argument-
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Fairness is a ghost.
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There's no argument-
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It is a rare bird at the most.
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But every sighting is proof.
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And every heart-beat proves it too:
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That only love can change the shape
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Of such permanent truths.
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Of such permanent truths.
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Such permanent truth.
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No Argument
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| Sleeping At Last |
