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I count ten in the dusk sun |
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on the wet grass |
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facing the woods |
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And I can't find |
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Where you have gone |
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And a cold trail |
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Is a sign where you've run |
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and I said, "Ready or not, here I come." |
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Ready or not, here I come |
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Trippin' on my laces |
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I am afraid that I've lost my place |
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at the end of the neighborhood |
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edge of the world |
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This was a mistake |
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With night clear upon us |
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I am shone fear |
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In the autumn of my seventh year |
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An alarming lapse of sound |
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I see my breath |
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just like in the stories |
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Don't want you to turn around |
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I don't wanna bask in your ghastly glory anymore |
