Walking down a dusty road,
The road that all must walk alone,
Traveling through city by city,
Searching for someone who does not feel pity,
Seeing people left and right,
Finding someone who sees my plight,
Loving most and liking all,
Hating none even after i fall,
Well now i walk on,
On alone, the path long.
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