Skepticism
Skepticism - The Falls lyrics
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The first spring gliding through the woods of velvet wanderer still and the road moving The second spring falling down the rough face of the gorge ropes of hope cut and uncut The third spring diving into the veins of the mountains cold pressure - suction here to nowhere
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