| Onwards till you die. |
| Once wish comes dry when touched.
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| There are ways to flourish so far beyond, there are ways to die and travel on.
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| A secret, once told, and even more, believed.
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| There was a sheep, and a man, and a man, which cared.
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| Where goes this tale when two come apart, there are ways to come by and die all
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| over.
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| Caring once said an elder and chosen,
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| There are ways to flourish, so far beyond,
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| There are ways to die
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| There are ways to die and travel on.
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| Through the words brought to mind, the journey came at hold.
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| How can one slaughter these prints of purpose?
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| Gave away four of the fruits, adore me now, now there is truth.
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| Adore me now.
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| This is submission.
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| Surrender in the dust, found himself too weak.
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| Though I have brought to light your own conclusion, you lay there weak.
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| There are ways to flourish so far beyond, there are ways to die and travel on.
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| There are ways to live and carry on. |