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Stroke
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away, There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay. Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be, In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me. They said I'd never recover from my stroke A nightmare from which I never woke A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau But I left the home, and off I did go. It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins Trails go cold and entropy wins But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows, I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows. The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife No country for old men, no breaking the rule But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so, Mary is singing where wildflowers grow. The starling will guide me, the meteor will show The path to the valley where lost rivers go. I went over the mountain, then took a fall a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall. They buried my story, because no one must know. They say I died then, but I died long ago.
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