logic told me that never see this place again and that's what I did, I survived, I kept breathing. And one day this logic turned out to be wrong because the tide brought a candle with which to navigate. And here I am, back in Memphis, talking to you, I have ice in my glass ... And I've lost again, I'm very sad about not having to Kelly but I'm glad it was me on that island. And now what I do, keep breathing, because tomorrow will dawn and who knows what the tide will bring.
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