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Undiscovered Glory

Beauty rests upon earth,
Leaves fallen
Where many soon shall tread.
The path never taken,
But oh, the glorious majesty of it
Soon to be seen!
Numerous times offered,
The way lies clear—
Ahead there is a view
Of the woodland of dreams
I have yet to claim as mine.



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