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The End Of The Road
I've walked so many miles with tired bones
Searching again for the end of the road
A path I've waited so long to see
And here it lies right before me
Should I keep on walking....
Though my head hangs low?
Which path do I take....
Where do I go?
The early morning sunrise is upon the bend
And my tattered self is quick to the mend
So tell me why I still go...
Down this dirt path searching....
For the end of the road
~THE FLOWING PEN~
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