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My dear friend, we're here again
A very familiar place
All was done, I thought I'd won
A hallowed and fleeting taste
I can't count the endless hours
Perfecting your natural grace
I see the end that I intend
But can't find the path I should take
I'll start again, I'll persevere
But what's the price of perfection?
I won't know until it's paid in full
I'll be hunted and reviled
I won't let that deprive me of this sweet, sweet vision of mine
I'll be here
Don't bе afraid, promise me
I'll make you so much more
So grab, hold tight
'Cause you're in for quite a ride
