And I was sorrow and lived in a cave.
And I was pride and built beyond the stars.
Now i build in the nearest pine,
and each morning when I wake
It threads its needles with gold.
And I was sorrow and lived in a cave.
And I was pride and built beyond the stars.
Now i build in the nearest pine,
and each morning when I wake
It threads its needles with gold.
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