Let it be heavy, let it hurt but let it be quick as well
Let my story hang on beneath the trees, like some crust of the rivers
Not to get found by someone but to be sung eternally
Not for some people, just for some soul
To let them know they could do more
To let them know they could do better
Because the worst part passed away
With me
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