The unfortunate ways in which we forget how to pay the dues we owe each other make me wonder how long this train is and what's on the other side. We're in the pines, in the pines, in this obscure hopeful forest of dreams and breezes and song. But can we live and sleep alone when our dreams are coalescing? Every boy and every girl thinks they know who they are, but in reality, we're all lost and we're all one and we're all destined to fall somehow.
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