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Does the wind ask permission to eradicate trees from the ground?
Does the rain ask before washing away the road?
Has a lightning ever paused before striking?
I'm not gonna ask anymore for a reason
I'm not gonna stop and wave goodbye
I am not going to write another word
I am going to look up, move on
And thank no one, not even the good lord
I'll cherish all the things you said
All good things must end
There's no time for a real friend
We must live and face our fears alone
Until the bitter end