Through ice and snow,
Where roads are but memories.
I took the long way home.
In places so old, live people.
With hears of gold, a different peace when
I took the long way home.
A cross road obsession,
Experience the moment in question, glad
I took the long way home.
Search, search in a crowd and find not,
One within and without, when
I took the long way home.
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