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Jun 1
Some days my heart sinks
And stretches out a hand to hold
Knowing that when it finally gets
What it so often most desires
It will need more patience than it has ever known
And to grow more quickly than it has ever grown
When it was on its lonesome path alone
And yet somehow it still it wants to know
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