A wild way
Of green where they lay
And thousands may pass
A walk way to be fast
And old way to follow
To get along and slow
A whirl wind way
Less traveled less strayed
A lost way of love
A well way to find prove
A way not to exchange an oath
Away you may not take off your coat
A way not to lead the blind
A way without a hill to climb
A wet winter way
A way from cloud to clay
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