Lately I have noticed change, like a vessel overcome by waves, except our anchor's down as we make paradise clear. Oh, how the years have passed, progression's fast, but it never lasts long enough for us to steer. I am not a fighter, and I'm not much for love, but this current is oh so strong.
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