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Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon.
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2 Timothy 4:7- but i am not finished. not yet
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A clear piece to an intricate puzzle of nothing
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