Walking walking, walking far,
On a crowded lane, under a lonely star.
I do not know which turns to take,
I'll follow not the people but my heart.
I see it not, I know it not,
What the land has in store, what the sea has got.
The door but, to ceaseless journey, is ajar.
Yes, I will be walking walking, walking very far!
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