The road goes ever on and on,
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
and I must follow, if I can.
Pursuing it, with eager feet,
until it joins some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet-
Whither then? I cannot say.
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They don't owe it to us,
we owe it to ourselves.
We can't take it back,
they don't have it.