• U nearthing the past

    I would like to dig in my backyard

    A nd discover the friends whom I've abandoned

    T ogether, their hearts I've unhanded

    W herever I've buried my friendship, I don't know

    B ut I'll keep digging, even through snow

    I n darkness I've been hiding

    W ithout them I've been dying

    B ut once I find it, we'll be united again

    A nd I'll live within as their friend. . .

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