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and one day your happy song becomes laced with melancholy
But you notice that it sounds the same either way

So I guess it boils down to the fact that:

If your vision is pure, then the world is pure
It’s quiet, stormy, and I never broke the cycle
So let’s run
Run run run run run run run
S
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S  Forest
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