| As I walk this lonely road
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| Pages of a book approach me
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| They say they have lost their end
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| Ask for my help to retrieve it
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| They read me their tale
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| The dog-eared memories
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| Piecing together
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| Characters, no names
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| Bodies, no faces
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| Tears fall
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| Down their pages
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| Lines blur
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| All meaning was lost
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| It was my, my, my, my, my, my, my story
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| It was my, my, my, my, my, my, my story
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| It was my, my, my, my, my, my, my story
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| It was my, my, my, my, my, my, my story
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story (We don’t know)
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story (We don’t know)
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story (We don’t know)
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story (We don’t know)
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| As we turn, we turn the pages (We don’t know)
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| We have to tell a brand new story (We don’t know) |