Mostly : In paths the mad roam, all end at the sea, the sea, the dreamy sea, far down below, where wicked things like weeds collect and grow, you were so curious, and bold, but now the future is already told.

In paths the mad roam, all end at the sea, the sea, the dreamy sea, far down below, where wicked things like weeds collect and grow, you were so curious, and bold, but now the future is already told.

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