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THE TRAVELLER
The horizon has stolen my light
I am afraid of the forthcoming night
For night is the taker of sun
It leaves me a cripple, I cannot run
Shall I remain wistful nearby
For yonder light in an eastern sky?
Though I dream of the midnight sun
And south winds beckon me to come
I shall take the West, and thus be done
I shall follow the pathway of the sun. |