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Grain of truth - it trickles through my fingers
Different view - so hard to take ...
I tried, but you refused to even listen ... Just if you knew to follow me here ...
Can you find what I show you? Can you try and see?
Gonna make it right - and I breathe in ...
Through gashed, withered canyons ... through snow-covered hills
With ease as compannion I'll move on (I wil)
No mather how arduous, I promise I'll do
I won't question the perils - just keep on ... with you ...