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The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far away the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many path and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far away the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many path and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
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