From an Unknown Land

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The road is long, the destination unknown
The joy is on the road, they roar
The destination is the end of all the fun;
                         How do we roar we are moving forward,
                              As, only towards our own derrière, we trot?
                              The destination is an illusion
      —in the unknown land of destiny; fate is the belief
      The unknown people sigh in unknown gestures.



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