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Cure your heart
No love is pure from start
I am the pouring rain
Into the broken arc
And every season change
I see the light in dark
I see the tears in rage
I see him fall apart
Like every turning page
I hear the gentle laugh
I hear the endless age
I hear the call from far.

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