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I was struck by this reason Somehow alight from all the troubles Surrounding my head, Surrounding me. You should know that your tracks are covered But in frail and plain snow. Your secret is hidden. I'm sorry but i'm done taking the failed attempts, And all that could be called reviving what was long ago dead. I'm sorry you no longer stand as the tallest thing in the world. You're gone and dethroned. Caught up in an undertone, I realize this is the place i want to call home. We drew our own end, and brought this to a close.