One more trailing path, path
And off you go
To another place
Far away
Far away, alone
But you like it there
You like it there
With no life, no death
Only stillness
I think of you often
In a world of sin
But you like it there
You like it there
My cries rustle in the trees
As I see your face
Calm as the night
On which you left me
But you like me there
You like me there
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