Page 40 of The 7th Son

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The road is long,

Long and rocky

For some, the sticks grow high

For others, as the wind blows by

For me, ’tis fast and lightened

As my time draws near and my fate is cast

The memories I’ll hold dear

The trees may silence on my passing

The leaves, they will fall free

For these, my sweet

They are my gift:

My kiss, my heart, my soul…

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