in seventy-five. i stood there and cried. a walk to the edge. a song is written to tell a story a walk to the edge it's how i remember things, it's how i missed it and how do i move on when the time has stopped? for too long, i've been thinking it's time to move on, and i'm sinking again i can kiss, and i'm crawling from the abyss i've been saving
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