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Dim Trail | ||
| On a trail that's dimly lit, One perchance might trip and fall. It is best to pause a bit Lest one topple o'er a wall. Stones are hidden in the shade, Lurking there to stub a toe. They are mixed with grassy blade, Forcing people to go slow. Though the light is pale and weak It can help one find one's way. Eyes can capture every streak So one needn't go astray. | ||
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