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I am underneath
Something other than
Hope I found
With love, at least
Our kind
That stint of woods
Had stationed I
Stock still and
Burdened without my
Mind to know
How far behind
I'd come
Something other than
Hope I found
With love, at least
Our kind
That stint of woods
Had stationed I
Stock still and
Burdened without my
Mind to know
How far behind
I'd come
