Simply
Sitting, Simply sittingBrings a tear to my eye.Running, Hopelessly runningBrings sorrow to my heart.
Burning, Purely burningIs bad for the soul.Loving, Direly lovingIs healing for the heart.
Living, Merely livingIs what i truly want.Dying, Desperately dyingIs what sets us all apart.
Burning, Purely burningIs bad for the soul.Loving, Direly lovingIs healing for the heart.
Living, Merely livingIs what i truly want.Dying, Desperately dyingIs what sets us all apart.
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