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Dauntless ly i walk down the pa th
Not chosen by  me
Obscure goals
Treacherous bends
Lead me on 
To nothing ness
Meaning less all
Today dey make no sense
Perhaps one day it shall. Make way
For the reunion
Dat wld make the sojourn immortal

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