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As you think about it matters little that remains
different
your moon to illuminate what you see
to restore what you believe
While your hands are empty
If your eyes cry ill-concealed
concerns you fall asleep
Although you know deep in my heart
That your way is the pain
that your life is hopeless
Go ahead for the way you've chosen
up the ravine in which you are predestined
good trip !
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