Walked through the never of this state.
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And the end is nearby.
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Cause I could not talked to anyone.
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Anyone I know.
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This time I reached the shore.
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But till now I'm not sure.
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Lost in this, this bitter cold.
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And I have no reason to wait.
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And I could not looked at anyone.
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Anyone I know.
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Although you feel left out from world.
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It's not the end.
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There's another road ahead.
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Still in this pouring rain,
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like the flowers in the sand.
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Remain.
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Remain.
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Remain.
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Here.
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Flowers In the Sand
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| Vassline |
