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Though they knew where they were going they Have lost their way Their road evaporated from beneath their feet They thought they could go on their on and lost themselves They looked for their way but could not find it Ripped away from them Some were weathered travelers Able to find their way in the dark black of killed dreams Others beginners On their way for the first time And lost without any guidance from their minds They were all on their way When they all were on course Until their bridge was burnt Below their feet They are now only The lost |