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Believe an arm fell and I walked still.
Arriving where you will.
Thinking as the day rolls on.
It's been this way before, I recognize.
Hands in pockets and gray skies.
You can only wish they were all this way.
Not unless you fix it in the end somehow.
What are you doing now?
