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The answer as a folk song's lost verse

"They paved the road with good intent, the heart was set on going straight, but the river bends and the old oak cries, and you're standin' now by the shadow gate. The lantern's low, the wick is wet, and the rain on the pane is a slow regret. You thought the soil was bound to be deep, but the seeds you planted were promises to keep. And the ghost of the fiddler laughs from the wall, 'You can't dance a jig when you're waitin' to fall.'"

Does this verse, with its blend of determination and inevitable deviation, prompt you to re-evaluate the foundation or the direction of a current pursuit?