| Beware a deal that is meant to be fair
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| Among the crowd at the feast
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| Where the prey is pleased to share
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| The same bench as the savage beast
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| Fed with the need to win the race
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| While remaining at a proper place
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| Until being struck by the late hour
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| As we shudder at the taste turning sour
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| We live as if time wasn’t going by
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| Polite guests, not even scared to die
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| Forgetting to get back on the road
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| To leave behind all the truths we believed to hold
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| Settle for the chill of the forest stream
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| To quench your thirst, and go forward
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| Lightened by the faint undergrowth gleam
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| Rather than the dull shine of rewards
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| Leave a sheltered easy life
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| To adventure into the wild
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| We might fail taking to the woods
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| But can’t be bound by shallow goods
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| One is wise to go his own way
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| Never mind if you’re starting late
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| Wolves run wherever they like
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| We may not arrive in due time
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| This bright point, keep it in your eye
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| We must stay on course
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| Fellows who lingered feel now dismayed
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| By quite a cruel truth to learn
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| For any feast, the cost to be paid
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| Is an amount of life in return |