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I pour the water from the silver pot
I set my cup where yours is not
But all the things I hate to lose, I know
I tell them to myself wherever I go
I keep the note you slipped inside my book
I never read it but I know its look
The ink is smudged but still the words are true
And I can't throw it out because it's you
I keep the ribbon that you wore that day
I keep the map where we circled the way
I fold them all and put them in a tin
And every night I let the quiet in
I pour the water from the silver pot
I set my cup where yours is not
But all the things I hate to lose, I keep
I only voice them when I'm half asleep
I pour the water from the silver pot
I set my cup where yours is not
But all the things I hate to lose, I know
I tell them to myself wherever I go
I keep the ribbon that you wore that day
I keep the map where we circled the way
I fold them all and put them in a tin
And every night I let the quiet in
I pour the water from the silver pot
I set my cup where yours is not
But all the things I hate to lose, I keep
I only voice them when I'm half asleep
I pour the water from the silver pot
I set my cup where yours is not
But all the things I hate to lose, I know
I tell them to myself wherever I go