Long is the road we must travel on down.
Short are the legs that will struggle behind.
I wish I knew for sure, just where we're bound,
What we will be doin' and what we're gonna find.
Wherever we go, there will be birds to cheer you
Flower to color in the fields around.
Wherever we go, I'll be right here near you
You can't get lost when you're always found.
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