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We start to make things and then give up,

And break them for no reason —

Those things are always intangible,

And we don’t realise until we’ve lost them…

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Don’t stop the hands

That push you forward;

See it through until the end…

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Tied up by the thread of fate,

Unable to move,

Just stumbling around

In this silent world…

Even if you were here,

There’d be no reason for living.