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Years travelling along the road
That seems to be infinity.
They carry on my journeys' notes
Of hope and tragedy.
They led me through a little walk
From dawn until the faded sun,
They hold my feet on hills and vales
And dearly love my fun.
Will years pass on and fate shall come
To bring the tiding for my soul:
"I've led you taste the breeze and storms
Now come my dear you're called".
Thus pile this Walk in, on a book
And pen it for infinity.
The world won't care to take a look
Or flip a page of me.
Yet there! where dwell the living soul
Shall 'It' by Him be read for me
Behold the scale of justice call—
To see what meant to be.
For the end of this now lie,
On my book Page of hope and tragedy.
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