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today upon an endless trail

     that seems endless going straightly on

though there are traps hidden upon

     into which I stumble every one

and nights do fall with fearful dread

     of dreams that tear it into shreds

visions of that which I do fear

     and that which I cannot understand

awaken I in deep of night

     fearing that which I cannot recall

shadows flowing whispering words

     of things known within the night

light of day brings nothing new

     and all colors muted gray

and before me nothing lies

     in the dawning of morning light

just continuing going on

     footsteps endlessly as before

no other paths on which to turn

     allowing me from this one to flee

I do long of other lands

     and of castles that might be

that somehow tomorrow might

     be a place that I might find

flights of fancy I do have

     and dreams of what yet might be

that somehow I might find

     upon a tomorrow that never is