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We take a stroll to wherewe go
from whence we once had come
We look toward the sky to tell
the story or the plan
We know not where the road will lead,
or we will be later
We think as though we want to go,
unto another place
As far as now or later goes,
I'm stuck for the time being
Trapped in this revolving door,
that I want to be staying
I think we think the same as day,
or different as the night
together we will break the way,
to figureout whats right
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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