Across these rivers and over these hills, lays my soul. Restless, weary, drained, and gray. Somehow, though, I have managed to make it across those rivers, and over those hills, and I believe that has to mean something to someone.
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All the thoughts in my head that just won't go away. Maybe this will make you stay.
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