now even the dog has gone by the door
that I left ajar as I have before
I heard it slam the wind blew a gust
...
mountains are hard to climb
challenges hard to meet
but from the mountain top
...
I passed this way
I could not stay
but I'll be back
again some day
...
the poet held no malice
he was what he was
and he lifted his chalice
...
down a green valley where spring waters flow
across the broad swamp where few ever go
I wandered till sundown in search of the truth
...
my father sat beside me
as we headed down the river
he was not strong
but he was still a man
...
I
I would refuse the siren's call,
the beckoning of an earthen wall.
Come, she sings, come with me,
...
every time love smiled at me
my heart would soon be broken
for every whispered promise made
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