One hop, two
Lungs and with,
These songs we said,
Along this 'bandon,
Stretch of lonely road;
Though hollow hopes,
We dearly held,
Open arms and with,
Plainly cries of joy,
We scent the warmth,
Within the wind,
Where surely it will rise.
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