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Walking down a cobble stone road
The leaves were flying as I strode
The sun was out and the air was crisp
Not much to see but my pipe wisps

The road is long and the road is narrow
I have no riches, unlike an egyption pharoh
Though I still walk this road head held high
I just don't no where next I am going to lie

Walking down the road I found myself
I can go home and put my hat on a shelf
I no longer go by a certain code
Thanks to the cobble stone road