"Every time you leave home, it is a journey. A journey from which you will never return." - Professor Casarino.
It's alright. Let the drums beat me out.
I am tired and this walking has run down my bones.
Yesterday and not with a present mind
I screamed to you to stop me.
I'm not sure if I can any more.
You can see I just want to-
No, no my dear, do not wait up for me.
This light I speak with is bound to go out
I will not leave you
in the dark.
The drums beat so slow so slow down to my
hearth and home I forget to speak
I contemplate cohesion
hazes quite continuously. You stayed?
Ah, that is, you waited. You really needn't.
Because this light you hold is bound to
and I will not leave
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