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My soul I drowned.
Thy tears to taste.
Their lapping sound.
My mounts now taste...
Trusting...
Your heart to other lights...
But you're trying...
But you're trying...
If you want to run...
That's alright with me.
Your mettle made us yield...
Mine will set you free...
If you want to run.
Don't look back baby.
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