There’s this vestige over the brook
A golden trail full of secrets found
Only by day
A path made of marble
Waiting for your escape
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Be it a road less travelled, crumbled remnant 'neath a season's fallen mulch, may we pick out the faded intentention of this carraige way and to that distant destination, happily away.