Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow one winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home
And though where the road then takes me
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Just a nobody playing something epic
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Sometimes you find something that you want to hold on to and never let go.
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Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But it's better then drinking alone
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