On the avenue
There is a lane,
It is dark and blind
And seems to be stale.
I feel something is hiding
In its blackish shade,
Reminding me of
Far-away bygone pain.
I don't run in a panic,
Carry on my way,
I don't take up the call:
"Keep within hail!"
I don't take up the call:
"Keep within hail!"
From day to day
I feel good,
I feel great-
I choose by myself
My own right way.
On my own
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