Watching from the furthest peak,
the world looks so small.
I feel I've felt this place before,
I think I've walked these halls.
Sulking in this sunken chair,
a puzzle piece resolves,
a thousand weights my shoulders bear,
but I know I've walked these halls.
The sinking sun sets in,
a familiar truth rises free,
I know I've walked these halls before,
but the truth is I never leave.
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