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you set off fireworks in my heart;

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back then I really noticed it…

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The lack of fire, the emptiness,

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when our young hearts were kept apart.

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Over time, the light show has grown,

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The embers ready to re-start;

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I can almost bare time at work…

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Echos of flashes and thunder…

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Lingering hot, like Cupid’s dart

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But then, evening draws in close;

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The ache within lessens its  smart…

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I hear your laugh, I see your eyes,

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And explosions ring out again…

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Flares of wond’rous lights again arc

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You shine and crack within me, though

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others can’t hear or see the art

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Through quite times or wild passion

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Through sadness,  and glee, and ‘just’ life  

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You always set fireworks in my heart

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