And every windy trail is the same
And each soaring peak is shaped like a star
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If the feet, which stir the dust, are my feet,
And the eyes, which gaze too high, are my eyes
And every windy trail is the same
And each soaring peak is shaped like a star
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If the feet, which stir the dust, are my feet,
And the eyes, which gaze too high, are my eyes