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And in the light of morning
I left my bed and street
Passed the park and bench
Where we no longer meet
I found a path forgotten
Green and overgrown
I followed my own footsteps
And walked there on my own

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Somethings's pulling me I move ahead
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What is holding is also being held

A weeping willow
And all the trees around
With all the branches rising
To where light is found
At first appeared so heavy
The branches leaning down
But then I saw the low they go
They never touch the ground

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Somethings's pulling me I move ahead
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What is holding is also being held



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Writer(s): Eirik Glambek Boee
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