a very tall cliff with no hope for survival!

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All these years later I still dream of you A day in the park Late spring Under that tree Hiding from the sun Half asleep You Tracing secrets In the palm of my hand
A cliff in the middle of my path If  you take one more step, you will suffer God's wrath How can we get from here? To there? If we have a long enough rope Oh, my God , don't be a dope!
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