To walk the footsteps over there--
The other side of this--
To really understand what's here,
One must to it compare.
O'er there there is a different road
That goes a bit askew,
And by it's wanderings it's bestowed
It's walkers with a mode.
A mode of getting here to there
Mistaken by this side
As opposite and ever-bare
Of all that's good right here.
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