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Lure of the Trail | ||
| My hair is white but yet I feel A bit of energy and zeal. I want to climb each mountain peak That lies between the bubbling creek. I long to see the distant view With clouds of pink in sky of blue, To breathe the air with scent of pine And feel erectness in my spine. The trail is calling me to hike Away from every road and pike! To be away from all the cars And see the universe of stars. | ||
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