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I walk along this old dirt path
Small rocks crackling beneath my feet
The city lights are shrinking now
And grow I closer to my retreat

I can see for miles now
Stalks of golden wheat wave in the wind
No one even close to this place
A time for reflection on that gruesome sin

Why is it that I fear to whisper
When I know no one will hear
Those fateful tragedies I have wrought
Though no one else is even near