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A crooked wooden path climbs high
Over mountains, reaching sky
Disappearing into the night
Shall I travel toward the light?
Do I chance what lies ahead?
Or do I stay behind, instead
Afraid of what could be the end
Not knowing what’s around the bend
Shall I take a chance or two?
Yes! That’s exactly what I’ll do
Striding, over faded boards
Creaking as I step, go forward
Running, to catch the rising sun
Knowing my journey has just begun
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