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The road beneath my feet You are the road beneath my feet,
You keep me safe in the wilderness
If I lose my way, I will look for you.
You will be my guide and I will seek you. At dawn, as I rise from my bed,
At noon, busy in my day,
In the evening, tired from my efforts,
My road, may you be always beneath my feet.
My road, my path, my desire. Try Tirra's choice © 1997 G.B.Savage Please do not use without my permission You can contact me at:
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