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'I see it break, I watch it fall.
there's not much to do but to stand tall.
all the things i wish to see, was always nothing
but a fluttering bee.
out of reach, out of sight;
where was I but not lost at night.
a different choice, a different way.
there's not much to do but to stand tall.
all the things i wish to see, was always nothing
but a fluttering bee.
out of reach, out of sight;
where was I but not lost at night.
a different choice, a different way.
i should've listened to what my reflection had to say.'
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