For years I wandered hill and moor
Half looking for the road
Winding into fairyland
Where that blacksmith kept a forge
Who'd heat red hot the dragging links
That bound me to the past,
Then, with one almighty hammer-blow
Unfetter me at last.
Older now, I know nor fee
Nor anvil breaks those chains
And the wild ways we think we walk
Just bring us here again.
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