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How many legs would be required to cross all these trails that are laid upon me?
To make a choice is to carry a buren
That will accompany me until my last sigh
Wish I could know them all
Wish I wouldn't regret all
Attempting to hold on to the last moment to cause my foot another step
Just too afraid procced and leave beloved ones past me
'Cause this one coulds make me blood
If not make me blind
Let there be fate to be my guide
For this onde could be my fall
Me every own tragedy or perhaps my triumph after all
The benefit of a doubt?
This body would bear them all if only its mind would let it all go
