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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
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