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Wide is the gate
And narrow the way
Into the daylight
And away from all the strangers
Drifting along
Broke to the bone
I float like a new born
Into the morning
And follow the call
Of the dawn in all its glory
I'll take a stroll on the yellow brick road
Where stories and songs unfold
And maybe it's odd
But god knows I wrote
The slow rolling poems and songs
On the long way home