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When the Easy Part Is Long

Upon the path where feet do soar, The gentle breeze, a faithful door. With every stride, the spirit's flight, The heart leaps high, the soul ignites. Yet in the dance of strength and grace, The journey's depth finds its embrace. For in the miles that swiftly glide, The true adventure dwells inside.

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When the Easy Part Is Long