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We're dying but we cannot die. The tales that we |
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wrote were much greater than us. This is not the |
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new start we thought we fought for. It's the finish- |
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ing words, the finishing words of a final chapter. |
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The veins in your arms, like branches they stretch |
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out, like the roads on a map. The veins in your |
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arms, they lead to your heart but they're not |
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bringing me home. |
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We're dying but we cannot die. The tales that we |
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wrote were much greater than us. This is not the |
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new start we thought we fought for. It's the finish- |
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ing words, the finishing words of a final chapter. |
