The path is smooth; yet we stop
frown with a sideways glance
I don’t want to say it, but you know
the bugbear is the past
frown with a sideways glance
What lies in the mist
the bugbear is the past
I can’t shed it; I feel low
What lies in the mist
The path is smooth; yet we stop
I can’t shed it; I feel low
Don’t want to say it, but you know
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