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    The speaker reflects on coming through the backyard and finding the garden died, wondering how they got there and what they did to deserve this. They recall a tall mountain that was harder to reach the top of than imagined, and fear what will happen if an unidentified "you" ever stops. The speaker feels they are the last of their kind without this other person.

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    The speaker reflects on coming through the backyard and finding the garden died, wondering how they got there and what they did to deserve this. They recall a tall mountain that was harder to reach the top of than imagined, and fear what will happen if an unidentified "you" ever stops. The speaker feels they are the last of their kind without this other person.

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    The speaker reflects on coming through the backyard and finding the garden died, wondering how they got there and what they did to deserve this. They recall a tall mountain that was harder to reach the top of than imagined, and fear what will happen if an unidentified "you" ever stops. The speaker feels they are the last of their kind without this other person.

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    I came through the backyard

    You let the garden die


    How did I get here?
    How did I get here?
    What did I do to deserve this?

    The mountain was taller than I could've fathomed


    I hardly believe it from here at the bottom
    I can't imagine why you'd want to be at the top
    Oh my god, what will I do if you ever stop?

    Without you, I am surely the last of our kind


    Without you, I am surely the last of my kind

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