Where am I, where am I going,
I say to myself, down this road called life,
there is another fork in the road,
I think, I will take the left again,
hoping it will lead me back to you,
to the mist of morning dew,
a fog in my head,
only wishing to find myself,
beside you my love, my soul, my friend.
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