  ——— They told me that the path I took was hard, That many a time my weary feet would bleed; They said at last I’d find my way was barred; I would not heed. They bade me stop and go the other way; This path, they said, Fate thorns and thistles strew; But I was young, Ambition led the way; I thought I knew. But when my bleeding feet came to the end, And I was bound and scourged by cruel Fate; Alas, I cried, pray let me start again; It was too late. |
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