as we fight to climb all the railroad signs
a beckoning reminder comes to join our favor
and relive the thing that i most preciously hold in for sacred skin
in the meantime i dont care
but then the time is right for this end of mine,
so i push away my paper and leave a note
of my trailed memory i detoxt more than i see today
but still i feel the favor in my way
the reason for this is the people in this place
wont replace their sorrows for me
until i drift so far then the wave will be gone
and ill be flooding in the mud so greatfully
how i remember me and all my happenings in this bottomless tomb
i enjoy all things i suppose
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