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Long long time ago,
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived an old and aging man who lost his friend He carried by his side
All the things he had in life
Left all the things that troubled him behind
And he was once in a desperate
Need for attention and so much more
Living his life with the question of conception There is no more...
No more feeling sorry
And no more getting mad
Yeah right! You got the answer
Through the years he came to know
Sometimes its better to let it go
And never look back no matter what they said
And then the ones he learned to ignore
The ones who always asked for
More secretly respect the life that he led
And he was once in a desperate
Need for attention and so much more
Living his life with the question of conception There is no more...
No more feeling sorry
And no more getting mad
Yeah right! You got the answer
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