It's strange to go back
Even when I get there
I'm still moving forward
Mulling over what's
Gone down weaving it
With what's just happened
How many pounds of flesh
Must the past pay for the future
Still it's beautiful to go back
And find the seeds I planted
Still sticking to my sweating palm
Just before they hit the ground
To go back all the way
To where it started and sit down
And survey it all ahead
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