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If God had me choose
Between seeing the sun rise and set everyday
Or seeing the beauty of your rising and your setting only once
It would be perpetually noon on your face
Close to the sun let's fly
The weight of our heart our guide
Close to the sun
The weight of our hearts
Love you love you love you
Now that I have died I have no taste for life or the affairs of the living
Only for love and the affair of the lovers
The affairs of the living are many and assorted
The affair of the lovers is singular and complete
How do hearts learn to love
Does the heart always know
If it does, can the heart forget
A heart that forgets to love is a like a heart that forgets to beat
A heart that forgets its beat can only belong to a dead man
Forgetting is deadly
Remembering is life
If the ocean forgets its water can it still be called an ocean
If the night forgets its blackness can it still be called a night
Then if I forgot love
Oh God
Close to the sun let's fly
The weight of our heart our guide to love
Close to the sun let's fly
The weight of our hearts our guide
Love you love you love you
This is to die the resurrectionless death
It is to fall into a grave with no bottom
Just falling and falling farther and farther away forever
Why fall so deeply into death
When you can just fall deeper into love
Close to the sun
The weight of our heart our guide to love
Close to the sun let's fly
Love you love you love you
I've lived so many deaths which birthed me into an even greater life
I find myself looking forward to dying again
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If God had me choose
Between seeing the sun rise and set everyday
Or seeing your rising and your setting only once
It would be perpetually noon on your face
I'm not perfect
I wasn't born of a virgin
But I was worn with an aversions
To those tho twist scripture birthing their own version
To keep my people born as their servants
I'm not perfect
But I've seen those seen as small and worthless
Buried as seeds with purpose
And by the time they break the earth's surface
They're bearing fruit too precious to be purchased
I'm not perfect
I could have also walked on the seas surface
But I'm still too shallow too surface
I'm not perfect
But I know perfection when I see it
And I see you and I see you
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Can I hold you
Can I hold you
You're giving my eyes a reason for sight
My lungs a reason for breath
My heart a reason to beat
My being a reason to be
I'd rather be nowhere else except with you
I'm not perfect
But they say you will be with whom you love
And beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Let me hold you