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And now I go back home, I am empty in defeat, The war we waged is lost, I am bitter in retreat, So let's just go on dreaming, But say that we are friends, The thing about beginnings is, They always rise from ends.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
The End
And now I go back home, I am empty in defeat, The war we waged is lost, I am bitter in retreat, So let's just go on dreaming, But say that we are friends, The thing about beginnings is, They always rise from ends.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
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