How to Find Your Friends

The last and only time you've really met Was at a breathtaking distance Right Here you feel your consciousness rise to a space Between all horizons You stand at a crossroads Almost like an infinite number of paths All spread out from you in all directions One, two, three, four, roads everywhere you turn it Just continuous all roads that converge here There's a signpost on the side and you look at it And it's blank The mountains you see in the distance. As you kind of glance around, you see strands of hair just drifting with the wind as the wind picks up. You turn back around and there you see once more this feminine form upon that same horizon. At a distance where

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