| Lời: Jane Wilson
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There's no map, no single pace
No dotted lines or easy trace
Each step I take might lose its aim
But still I walk and call it grace
I've turned in circles,
wept and placed But every stumble has its space
Let me wander without track
Sometimes forward means going back
No one's path is clear or true There's only getting through
Progress is a crooked shape of...
...of...
...of...
...Gantcian
...Gantcian
Let me wander
without track
Sometimes forward means going back
No one's path is clear or true
There's only getting through
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