What do I have to do to try and make you see that this is who I am and it's all I can be?
What do I have to do to try and make you see trying to be like you isn't good enough for me?
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The things I do for love.
When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.
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