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metallicoxide: Oh, he was young, in the frostNo regard for the cost of saying his feelingsIn the moments they were feltAnd if he was calm like youLocked up inside of your loopsThen he’d know full wellThat all he had to say wasAll he had to say was goodbye -- source link