| Come along, we’ll ride together
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| Not far to go but it’s too far to turn back
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| Voices are calling our names from the top of the hill
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| We’ll raise a glass to appease them all
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| There, a stark and corroded memoria-
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| It creases the day into separate noon and night
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| How streaks of blight mar the long and rolling green
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| Comes the stride of the bold explorer
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| He made his name sailing 'round the golden horn
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| «I'll tell you that ashes are never envious-
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| The first to lose and the last restored»
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| A deal was struck and the room grew silent
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| Lending its weight to the new misgivings
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| In air too still to support any fragrances
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| How did time become so careless?
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| Where, the ivory stairs and the river of pools?
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| Where, the early blooms and the dawning?
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| It’s hard to remember arriving here at all
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| Stranger shapes coalesce in the deepening light
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| An owl obscures, then steals, the sun
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| It’s colder now than it was some moments ago |