Stickin through til the end of age.
Much longer jus aint in my cards.
Winds of change blows life away.
One time to get it right only goes so far.
Chargin time as air flows for now.
At rest in my final showin of face.
Comin sooner is the depth of ground.
As i stomp as hard as i can to geta taste.
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