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I'm not going to write about you anymore I can't they're all sick of you and it's all my fault when I talk about you I want to scream that they're not listening they don't pay attention anymore
Gathered together from greatest to poorest thickets and meadows, a lush mighty forest. Peace and great solace amidst the strong trees broad leaf and fine needle they sway in the breeze.
You're not what you've done All of the mistakes The heartache The tears The pain that tries to tear you apart That's all gone Done You are how you oercome You are strong