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trudge on, they told me
you have to keep going
don't stop, don't look back.
you can't look back, you can't look back.
it's been too long, since i've looked into, your eyes.
take my hand, and follow me out of this hell
we're going home. we're going home.
trapse through the horrors and the hardships
we'll emerge more alive than we ever were before.
persevere, we have to persevere.
not much further, almost there.
just a few more bold steps, just a few more steps.
they told me not to look at you, not even for a second.
but surely we've come close enough, they have to understand.
just a glimpse, just a glance.
just a glimpse, just a glance.
a glimpse of your eyes
a glimpse of your lips
a glimpse of your soul.
a glimpse of your soul.
they warned me.
they told me not to look back.
I didn't listen, I couldnt.
oh god, what have I done?
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Snow falling,
Gracefully landing.
Where did it come?
How far will it go?
With the snow a being.
And a life of its own.
Each piece an individual,
Creating innocent beauty.
Brightening quiet trees.
Glistening in the grass.
For it will last long enough,
And long enough at last.
Beautifully painted landscape,
Only during rest.
While one is slowly dying,
Others are reborn.
Blindness comes with time.
Mukluks weathering, with blackened limbs we strive.
No more senses, your grip is gone on your fingers you mind your wife and your son.
Go, leave them alone.
Find a way to get them home.
Your potential will shine, your potential to survive.
Each flake its own,
(Choosing to fall)
Landing randomly.
(From grey clouds above)
Following one path,
(The path is chosen)
A unique line.
(It can't be removed)
Like a flake of snow
We all melt alone
With no chance to grow
We’re never coming home
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