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It's the season of grace coming out of the void,
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Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
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Where hope is currency and death is not, the last unknown.
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Where time begins to fade,
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And age, is welcome home.
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
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And holding fast with sharp realization.
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It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention,
You are safe here you know.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.
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It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart,
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Of feeling the full weight of our burdens.
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind,
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And knowing we are not alone in fear,
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Not alone in the dark.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.
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Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
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I love you.