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Matti felt he was on a downhill slope of some kind. He was fighting the incline the whole way, but the ground was smooth and treacherous beneath his feet, like frost on long grass.
Your name has echoed through my mind / And I just think you should, think you should know / That nothing safe is worth the drive / And I would follow you, follow you home
