"And when you pray for us, we can begin to see one another's faces."
In these days if it does not rain
If the wind blows not the clouds
It will be but cold and gray again
A shade, a pall of funeral shrouds.
"Room to Roam" -George MacDonaldYou go yours todayand I'll go mine todaythe many ways we wendMany daysand many waysending in one endMany a wrongand its curing songMany a roadand many an innRoom to roambut only one homefor all the world to winYou go yoursand I'll go mineand the many many ways we'll wendMany daysand many waysending in one end
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