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Lonely Runner
Clear skies and a warm sun
These are the truest of my dreams
But I am the cloud maker
And it is always raining
How stormy will it get
Before I become the runner
Lonely runner
Your path leads nowhere
Away from the voices
Away from eyes
Untouchable
Your feet will tire
Your breath be taken
Under a burning bridge
Will be your only rest
Watching over you
A warm fire
Protecting its life-giver
And burning the clouds away.
