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Trodden paths they seem outdated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