| One road leads to London, one road leads to Wales
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| My road leads me seawards, to the white dipping sails
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| One road leads to the river, as it goes singing slow
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| My road leads to shipping, where the bronzed sailors go
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| Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
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| A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me
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| A wet road heaving, shining, wild with seagulls' cries
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| A mad, salt sea-wind blowing, the salt spray in my eyes
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| To add more miles to the tally, of grey miles lft behind
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| In quest of that one bauty, I was put here to find
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| Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
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| A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me
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| My road calls me, lures me, west, east, south and north
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| Most roads lead men homewards, my road leads me forth
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| Leads me, lures me, calls me, to the salt green tossing sea
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| A road without Earth’s road dust, is the right road for me |