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Years
I have been here for years;
Bid farewell dreams,
And dried up old tears,
And even now it seems
Each breath drawn
Goes with another step,
For I must carry on
With only what is left.
Bid farewell dreams,
And dried up old tears,
And even now it seems
Each breath drawn
Goes with another step,
For I must carry on
With only what is left.
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