Leave it on...
A note to pass...
Often untold...
The only thing we've clung to is not our own.
Leaving on...
Remove the path...
The plot is then sold.
The only thing we've clung to is not our own.
And I can tell left from right
I need not be warned
And everytime I round the Corner
I'll remember that.
Opposite's next in line
No clearer in form.
What option did I have?
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