In days of despair
I remember the promise of rest
on an eternal shore;
so I put on my shoes
and pluck dust from my tattered cloak.
I go forward one last time
once more,
and again.
twf.
"over the hills and far away"
"over the hills and far away"
In days of despair
I remember the promise of rest
on an eternal shore;
so I put on my shoes
and pluck dust from my tattered cloak.
I go forward one last time
once more,
and again.
twf.
The-Bleu-Bivouac 
What else are we to do. Well penned
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