And this is not where it ends, there is more.
This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone.
I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it.
I don't know what my old soul did.
We look up the sky see it high from where we stoodbut we live and die under that sky trying to be understood.We are prisoners of our own device barred behind shouldforgetting that how to live resides in I did the best I could.
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