Thinking the path traced
Empty like grayish black
With all the thorns faced
Hurting else and then lack
Promise no more bright
Lips are fiery dagger
Leaving no more night
Hints are trapping danger
Where's the moving cloud
To there but fainting cries
Where's the seeking crowd
To there but dying lies
I am on my way
I'm really on my way
For what in the way
I am still on my way
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