You put the heart-shaped knot

In my stretched-straight silver cord

Like a rope that leads to heaven

Our breath's in pockets caught

Of our threadbare lived-in coats

It is the hope that lifts the living

You're the first word on my tongue

Till the last breath in my lung

Ours the years that make me young

Shoots of life have shot

Through the houses that we bought

We left our shadows on them

Boots the hallways blot

But they're proof that we have walked

The roof stops water falling

You're the first word on my tongue

Till the last breath in my lung

Ours the years that make me young

You

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Fortune is not free

Only in dreams

Only in my dreams

Then I am not me

I'm you

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It is as you believe

Only in dreams

Only in my dreams

Then I am not me

Eyes closed fast can see