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We mapped it out, our grand design,
Each winding road and plotted line.
The future stretched before our feet,
In promises we swore to keep.
We built a world with hope and fire,
Drew walls of dreams and spires of desire.
Each room was filled with "somedays" bright,
Plans painted thick in morning light.
But now, it seems, those walls have cracked,
The paint has...
Each winding road and plotted line.
The future stretched before our feet,
In promises we swore to keep.
We built a world with hope and fire,
Drew walls of dreams and spires of desire.
Each room was filled with "somedays" bright,
Plans painted thick in morning light.
But now, it seems, those walls have cracked,
The paint has...