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A little while and slowly parts away,
But for brave deeds known ere the pleasant call,
Is home for not but gained in mustered wake,
Within whom looks round and sees hearth truly him,
The figure in dark was but sure at bay,
Although how mute one can be in hope’s face,
Before long they kiss the lips however dark,
For sure as he you shall find your way,
Treading each step as though the first was not,
Then look back and see how far you travelled,
Then hear the echoes of dreams as they come.

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