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You and I travel on parallel paths,
Though we do not know where we go.
We stumble blindly along,
Longing for sight to show the way,
Calling to each other for advice.

If I knew where I should go
I would find a way to bring you there.
If I knew what your path should be
I would gladly join you on its way.
But we each travel our separate paths,
Alone, apart.
We both long for light
For ourselves and each other.

Yet I also wish
Our paths were not parallel,
That they might converge.

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