Soon I'd find my love had gone
It whispers through the trees
So embarrassed I would feel
To ever be deceived
I found everything in the world that I love
I found everything that I need
So embarrassed I would feel
To ever be deceived
A miracle branding of cure
She's no savior
We were meant to save her
Free to live in denial
Consequences so vile
We denied her an innocent life as a child

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