Halfway through the journey of our life I found myself
in a dark wood,
For the straight way was lost.
Ah, how to tell what a thing it is hard
this forest savage, rough and steep
that the very thought renews the fear!
So bitter that death is little more;
but for the good that 'there, I
say of the other things I' v 'I stocks.
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