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in the beginning i already knew the end
i must admit that in the start i had my hopes
so no tears and need of my heart to mend
i wish your soul still, would walk the ropes
in the past my mates brought frost
as i brought spring to warm a field unwanted
i crossed the line & our friendships it cost
now upon the weeds & bare field i look haunted
this new field, at a distance i must stay
i feel i’m destined to bring the heat
i don’t want you to freez our crop away
in vain i tell myself you don’t eat meat
In the end i must travel the path to see wehre it goes
While we think we do, no one ever really knows
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