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!
