A-long the highway of life
N-othing is really certain;
N-ow the day is sunny, later comes the pouring rain.
N-ever mind the weather,
A-s long as you are chosen;
V-ery well you understand,
A-fter hurt, feels like heaven.
R-eady yourself for travel,
E-ither knee shall not bend;
T-hirtieth October, walk on,
T-ill the journey's
E-nd.
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