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A new day a new haiku
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If I ever thought I might have found my own way I am lost again
Do we really learn Or just change our opinions? Am I always wrong?
This chapter ends too We move on to pastures new I will miss this view
Wild horses shimmer Concealed by the undergrowth Can you find them here?
I long to get out I hate to miss the sunset I would rather walk