a choice once made becomes one more hard fact
we want to travel but we fear each road
but without going we can't make contact
against our journey all the odds are stacked
only our honour's left as any goad
a choice once made becomes one more hard fact
the glass we hoped would guide us now is cracked
the carrion bird our dim future has crowed
no one has come to lighten our dull load
a choice once made becomes one more hard fact
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