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Heading to places you've never bin
Searching a fantasy, a live, a sin?
Traveling under hot sunburn skies
Abalienated from life, detached no ties
Guided to there, where things are not
Mist on your path, it scares a lot
Where does it Lead? No one can say
Destination unknown, it seems to be the only way
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