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To leave upon the grey Blistering warm of the day Finds the road beyond not yet taken Found when it is time Beyond destiny, and to which is known as fate Knowing a passing smile, there To where the sun does fall Heeding a call of one's heart A dream To when the night falls swiftly And the passing mark of footsteps Swept away Still to the distance is the unmarked trail To be discovered and known Snow capped mountains, valleys that roam Smoke rising upon morning dew Suns warmth finds anew A dream wild Leading on Home |
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