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In the distance, futures grow
New lines trace thee empty place
Knowing how luck can
Turn the wheel to watch you spin
It doesn’t hurt any less
If you slow down for the crash ahead
She couldn’t wait, to grow old
The prettiest thing, I’ve ever known
But I was too young to grow old
I was too weak to let her go
