The newly old wandering song
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    By river and rail
    And land and sea,
    Jumpin’ through the grasses
    ‘N’ brittle, gold weeds,
    In the hunger of the
    Night ‘neath the full moon’s
    Glow, in the valley of the
    Shadow, deep
    In puddles down low,
    With the whipping of
    The wind laced in arctic
    Gale, ‘cross the belly
    Of a desert, crawling
    Quiet and pale, under cover of
    Crushed leaves weighted
    Down in coat of moss–

    Running
    Breathless, hurry
    From that charred
    And blazing cross–

    I am lost! I am lost!

    I am forever lost.

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