How do you get away?
Far, far from strife,
But it looks like I'm here to stay,
Stuck here for life,
Why is it when I see your face,
My heart slowly tears?
It seems like such a waste,
Of a heart so rare,
Is there never an end?
From this dying hill,
Are you now just a friend?
With water my eyes will fill.
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