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We'll grasp towards what's too far,
and all that's behind us leaves only want.
Because you, like me,
look only into the distance,
never at what's at our feet.

Let's live by where they take us,
live by what we say;
let's not run away.
Because the truth is that
what little is within our grasp
could know much more deserving hosts,
could name so many days when we
forgot the lives we swore to lead.
For if it is to live that our hearts beat,
we are hemorrhaging.

So let's stop running, now.
Let's make each heartbeat count;
save and barter them
and trade in this death sentence.
We're only strays.