But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all.
I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd, I hope that you'll pick me out. Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down. Now wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I have been laying so low, don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is
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