Oh Johnny come what did you do now, oh Johnny why - why when you know better, why when you've tread this grim road, why when you know where it ends? Sometimes the trees look different, said Johnny, sometimes the road bends; but Johnny oh Johnny if you know then where this path leads why oh why, why delay what's only inevitable; because, dear Johnny said, because this time I've got this feeling, this feeling that this is the high ground.
Oh but Johnny, oh Johnny I asked, but which road?
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