Now I struggle against my foe,
Running far, high and low.
Running from the yonder years,
Not willing to face my fears.
Hear I sit, awaiting death.
I have taken my final breath.
Running far, high and low.
Running from the yonder years,
Not willing to face my fears.
Hear I sit, awaiting death.
I have taken my final breath.

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