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Trodden paths they seem outdated |
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Too many reasons I have stated |
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The path divides, I have to decide |
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A new life, a new way to stride |
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Hollow eyes are watching me |
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Tell me which way to go |
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do not believe the fading footsteps |
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In this winter's snow |
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Hear the thunders coming down |
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Dreams of forbidden lands where I do drown |
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Here at the hilltop proud I stand |
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A new beginning at the end |
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Trees that have seen many ages |
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I hear them speak to me |
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Moving forward, hide away |
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The consequence is hard to see |
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Reflecting 'bout what might be |
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A life of lust and restlessness |
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Or full of love, and warm retreat |
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The goods I currently possess |
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Hear the thunders coming down |
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Dreams of forbidden lands where I do drown |
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Here at the hilltop proud I stand |
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A new beginning at the end |