Though the space may well be infinite,
And the world mostly made of path and meadow,
With the knowledge of home in my heart,
And the Deathlessness,
I shall now know home everytime I find it.
I may not always enter.
And the world mostly made of path and meadow,
With the knowledge of home in my heart,
And the Deathlessness,
I shall now know home everytime I find it.
I may not always enter.
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