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Jan 2016
There is a line where I am most proud of
Crossing it beyond where there is no other left for me but a bridge
I built that for you
There is no other way to get to me
Look over the cities I have erected
Look over the mountains that I have shaved
Look over the forests I've cut down
All I have destroyed
For our eyes to meet in the space not occupied by us
CC
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