Sitting sadly, hoping badly, that one day i'll stop madly,
Chasing my dreams, and leaving behind streams, for it never seams,
Like life will go, too fast or too slow, when you know,
You've reached the end, will your feelings bend, or forever will you send,
Your thoughts and words, and never be heard, and nothing will be learned.
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