How much strong do your promises hold?
Higher than the mountains cold,
Or a sharp ambitious blade of grass
But standing merely in a collapsing fold.
I have wiped clean each of my slate,
Detour from fate has just begun to fade,
Make your moments promise worth all this wait.
Higher than the mountains cold,
Or a sharp ambitious blade of grass
But standing merely in a collapsing fold.
I have wiped clean each of my slate,
Detour from fate has just begun to fade,
Make your moments promise worth all this wait.
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