| Roads Go Ever On and On |
| Roads go ever on and on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where sun has never shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winder sown, And throught the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. |
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