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The past...
Is now a deep, deep well...
That I dip into... now and again...
To... honor it, mostly...
To... try to listen... closely...
Looking for missing pieces of life...
And... all my dreams.
But... I don't linger...
Or I begin to relive it...
And once... was... too much already.
I can make it through my days...
Wherever I can find peace...
And... avoid the love songs...
And... keep walking forward...
Walking forward...
Walking forward...
That well is deep...
And I dip into it... only now and then.
The key seems to be...
To not turn around
And look behind you...
Or you may fall into that well.
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