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I walk on a road
It's cold, It's damp
just alone walking the road
The only thing I can hear is the wind
The wind is telling me to go on,
The snow starts to fall, hitting me on my face
I wish for warmth but there is no such place
what can I do??
Where should I go??
Thinking just makes me weak
I must reach my greatest peak
I've reached the end of the road
and what do I find??
I find a wall with the words go behind
I look behind this wall and close my eyes
It's to bright, oh so bright
I come to find I've reached my Paradise
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