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WHEN
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She'll be coming round the mountain
She'll be coming round the bend
The mountain trail is so winding
She can never see the end
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Onward she will travel
Over hill and over dale
Sometimes friends walk with her
As she hikes along her trail
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There are many glorious beauties
There are dangers out there too
She must factor in the weather
She must make her footsteps true
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We each have our mountain trail
Sometimes our paths converge
Someday we'll reach the trail's end
Where all our paths will merge
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