Treacherous is the path I travel,
Dangerous is the upward slope,
The sun could burn my back,
The wind, my face could shred,
As I wonder through the bush,
As I die of unquenchable thirst:
I look to the southern stars and dream,
I know the ultimate truth,
I hide the un-kept secret of life itself,
For I search under every branch,
For I look under every bush,
'til I know,
'til I know what I always did!
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Marc Aupiais!
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