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Some precious good intentions 
led us into the dark, closed the door,
I'm singing it open again.

And twisted, backwards promises
forced lies into shapes unrecognized,
I'm begging a quiet departure.

In one breath a clear way out,
and the next a desperate return.
Waiting around always got me down.

Watch the winds change, the moon shade.
Brave the fall; love abounds.