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There grows a boulder
On the path that I walk
Rock grows on my skin
So I am tough
Trying to find a new
All of the sudden it appears
A detour, a way
I start the new knowing,
Time passes by
The past
The ambition coming
Closing in view
The same
And there I am
On the same trail again

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