| Rain a plague of drowning days
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| Grey and cold
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| Time in time she went away
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| Truth untold
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own
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| Safe the secrets that she knew
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| Still we learned
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| Hope just like a garden grew
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| She returned
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own
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| Something is ending something beginning
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| There in the dark of the woods
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| Chasing light through the trees
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| We ran as fast as we could
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| 'Till she stopped suddenly
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| Warm was her breath on my skin
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| As she kissed me and cried
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| Then she disappeared from within
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| To a place she could hide
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| Now there’s a hole in the night
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| Where her light used to be
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| So I light a candle and wait
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| And I pray she is free
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| She is free
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| Down the road in the Quiet House
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| Down the road in the Quiet House
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| She is free
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| Down the road in the Quiet House
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own
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| Down the road through the gate
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| Here are flowers moss and stone
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| Clear the path to the door
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| The quiet house is now her own |