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She'd say "I'll never be again in valley of the shadow of the death for the eerie past times sake", And there you crash your ship of dreams that you had made. In the sense of senselessness you go on & on vagabondation, And now when your tender ache's done to erase the unnamed seasons they had been through, It's you still remained the nomad, the dumb one mate.
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6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
THE NOMAD
She'd say "I'll never be again in valley of the shadow of the death for the eerie past times sake", And there you crash your ship of dreams that you had made. In the sense of senselessness you go on & on vagabondation, And now when your tender ache's done to erase the unnamed seasons they had been through, It's you still remained the nomad, the dumb one mate.
Regrets that never let one move on, when the time is gone long gone, you could have fix everything, but you couldn't, so now your regrets age like vulnerabilities.
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May 29, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
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