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It’s the past that got me here,
Looking back its so dam clear,
All the things I used to fear,
Has disappeared behind my tears…
When the present that I’m in,
Has me hesitant to bend,
Standing strong as I defend,
As it cycles once again…
So the future that I hold,
Has the best chance to unfold,
And become the story told,
But not the one that glory sold…
When you realize that your name,
Will exist in all three planes,
You consistently remain,
The strongest link within that chain...
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