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[01:03.07] And in the light of morning
[01:06.11] I left my bed and street
[01:09.29] Passed the park and bench
[01:12.24] Where we no longer meet
[01:15.43] I found a path forgotten
[01:18.68] Green and overgrown
[01:21.33] I followed my own footsteps
[01:24.63] And walked there on my own
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[01:36.24] Somethings's pulling me I move ahead
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[01:48.20] What is holding is also being held
[01:56.10] A weeping willow
[01:58.37] And all the trees around
[02:01.77] With all the branches rising
[02:04.73] To where light is found
[02:07.64] At first appeared so heavy
[02:10.54] The branches leaning down
[02:13.43] But then I saw the low they go
[02:17.07] They never touch the ground
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[02:28.60] Somethings's pulling me I move ahead
[02:35.04] Threads
[02:41.11] What is holding is also being held
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