Any loss is every loss.
And every tear in every eye.
I long to feel the way I lost
Before we say one more goodbye...
So let me feel myself again,
The best of me, the last of spring.
Before I give in to the pain,
I'll hide my head under your wing.
Before we're hit with more goodbyes,
Before I smash into the wall,
I want the laughter in your eyes,
So hug me and forget it all.
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