You ask - I ask myself.
I can't answer.
Jesus Christ! I wish I knew.
It's not steady ground, so don't ask again.
The plans I make are small.
I'll look back on this.
That I know from what's happened before.
It's a story that gets told backwards.
There's nothing to share now.
It's too damned soon.
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