would that you would go a step further,
fight a round harder, walk a mile longer,
perhaps you will see the clear waters,
the soaring vistas, the spring flowers
sandstorms blind your eyes and sting your throat,
your music lost into the wind
walk on, lonely pilgrim, walk on and meet me
in the green valley
its just 'round the bend
i've a song to play for you
--bruised orange
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