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Hidden
At the beginning of the journey you set the pace. At the end of the road I see your face. I can't tell you what's in my heart. I know I never want to be apart. I'm rambling on and on and on. Hoping that you'll never be gone. Alas when I turn around. You my dear can never be found.
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