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I Run and Run and Run

I run and run and run down the valleys I run up the mountains, into swamps snakes chase me, thorns in my feet but I run and run up, down, everywhere face to face with a wild cat I come I ordered it to stand still then turn back but one thing I come to believe the will to live is more powerful than the fear of death

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