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She looked back over her long meandering life, won...
And in the end, will I ever have said something of...
Someone's story I asked you to bruise your finger...
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And in the end, will I ever have said something of consequence?
Even if not, somehow it doesn't matter.
It helps me, which allows me to help people who can't help themselves.
And that matters to me.
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