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how lonely I find

 will tend to my mind

along this mossy trail

 and how coyly it hides

 the truth about how

 it is we can ask how

crowds jump to their deaths

from the bridges I drive by tonight

they miss out on it all

 the whole gist that as they fall

 you're not expected to know why

 it's such a short time

and there are stanzas never meant to rhyme

far better I find

 it is when we try to spend

the ??? ????

with no real rationale

 we step out of bounds and think

 and escape the lies

 and we've marched,

so long but we've much farther

 than we've gone to go

 and we'll make a new ship

 cristen it for the trip

 with a toddler at the helm this time

and there are things we never will define