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WEEP NOT
We did come through the
same old gate
My friend and foe, we plied
that road
But look I loom tall you are
short
You stand brave I don't--
difference!
Weep not as you learn I
choose north
To your south or east to
your west
Some eggs cannot turn into
chicks
Some trees do not give any
fruit
I would rather bake my own
bread
Than let another guide my
way
For how we fall is never
same
In means or place, and time
or day.
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