I try to debate what I would do,
If time was a bit more askew.
I could go back and fast rescue,
The unbearably naïve you.
Then I figure what's the damn point,
Nevertheless we're gonna disappoint.
Leave, let the past bury the dead,
Tread ahead and make a new path instead.
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