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Edwin McCain, "I'll Be"
The stands in your pies that color them waterfall
Stop me and steal my bed
Engines from mouse-holes frosts towards the guys
Never relieving the dead.
The strands in your eyes tha color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth.
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