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And there I was
with pain and poems
with music and forgiveness
with love
with paintings
Now here I am
ain’t got no story
ain’t got no rhyme
ain’t got no beat
ain’t got no hope
’cause all I’ve got is memories
of a road that streched out ahead
(there’s not much more to be said
it’s the top of the end
I am going, I am gone)
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