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| Some trails seem to fade away, Forcing us to turn around. We can come another day When an exit may be found. If the going gets too tough And the vines don't let us pass, We admit we've had enough And return back through the grass. Praise the Lord for sense to know When the risk becomes too great. As we're going very slow, We can stop and not tempt fate. | ||
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