The best way out is always through.
04289 – The Best Way
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The best way out is always through.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was...