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I've lived a thousand lives but none of them complete, saw life through a million eyes but it only left my soul deplete.
I've been in the darkest pit but haven't rose to the tallest mountain, have seen the ruin of what I've built but never the immortality of the fountain.
Listen to the tale of this weary man of travel It's a word of warning as well as advice, Be grateful for the life you unravel Or you may find your soul in a vice.
For every happy moment is fleeting The fall back to earth is always inevitable, My old self is slowly drifting and dying But keeping me alive, this new life in unable.
