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![]() Walking North No matter how I turn No matter how I lift my heart No matter how fast I run No matter how long I sit And when I can’t hold my head up When I finally free myself of burden The reasons of the heart We all lose and we all gain. It is a conversation with no end No matter how I turn |
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