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The Auld manI met a traveller on the road.....................Chin in hand, a heavy load..........He sat before me on a grave....A man in though of the brave.......................... And slowly passing, by his side, I felt him crying for those who died...................And looking down I saw a name, Him, my father was his name...............Stepping on a crooked stye, I overlooked the bluest sky...............Old men travel, down the roads.........Each burden him, to each his load!
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Sep 4, 2011
RegretsSorry......end of story Fight for love..............Die for glory A man can't live The way he chooses Any choice he makes........ He loses And, if the choices bring him down In clearest air, he will drown So it is, so let it be Choose you fate and set me free............
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Sep 3, 2011
The auld manI met a traveller on the road, Chin in hand............a heavy load........ He sat before me.........on a grave A man in thoughtful......of the brave! And slowly passing, by his side I felt him crying, for those who died And looking down. I saw his name Him, my father, was his name Stepping on, a crocked stye....... I overlooked the bluest sky............ Auld men travel down the roads Each burden him..............A heavy load.
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Sep 3, 2011
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