Narrator: (So apropos: Saw death on a sunny snow)
Him: "For every life..."
Her: "Forgo the parable."
Him: "Seek the light."
Her: "...My knees are cold."
(Running home, running home, running home, running home...)
Her: "Go find another lover; To bring a... to string along!"
"With all your lies, You're still very lovable."
"I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago."
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