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Sometimes you think it is the right path
The path that you have been dreaming to walk
A path where your dreams do come true
But as soon as you crosses that path
It started to shattered into tiny little pieces
That opens a lot of paths to cross
Too many paths that hard to choose
Paths that you never know what is right
Until the paths that you thought right
Easily gone at your sight
That no matter how hard you choose
There were too many right paths to be chosen
That would also be a wrong path
Suddenly you would not to choose
You would just go on the flow
Until you would mark each path you cross to
Until you find the path you have been dreaming of.
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