Farewell
On the road: I walk, I
run, I ride; the view are strange, and I
stranger to you;
No end but pause;
mytical and guarded place, the sun’s over, I must rest.
No blood and no words,
only farewell and come O stranger chat to my friends.
The farther worlds are
secrecy, but I no stranger to you, farewell.
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