Curious pathway, hidden by rock,
You beckon me, beckon me,
calling me to take stock,
of what great new wonders I may find,
ignoring the friends who might tell me to mind,
To mind! To mind! The cold icy hand,
the crawling death worm,
the lost of the land,
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