that I end up
on square one
so sickly
when my inrun
was so daunting
in every second
that was left
I thought that
with the years
I'd be closer
to where I should be
But everything
I gain is lost in thefts
My boat to row
has floated on
your river
to a place where
every goodbye
could be forever
das beste seit langem.
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