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My Journey
As I travel through my life on my way, Many a tough round I ‘ve experienced without stable stay. I ask myself as of today, Why the sorrow more than clouds heavy and water vast, In my heart grows so fast! That with the books in my hands fine, I want to trade for a cart of sweet wine. Then I ‘ll go back home sleep and dine. And I know I have no trick to play, Though days still idle away. I eat veg, meat and drink sound, While thinking about the future with no bound, When there shall be a song of praise, I long, Sure! I ‘ll ride on the storm so big and strong, That washes all frustrations and troubles in this world away, You ‘ll see my noble spirit singing on the Milky Way! Of tomorrow road I take a wider view, All the hard cliffs await me to fly over and start anew.
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