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I walk with only the stars to light my way;
the winds have whispered things to say...
The night is too dark, my Friend...
Are you afraid? You are?
Then hold my hand, and stay close--
close beside me...
There are no stars, my Friend
and no clouds obscure the sky--
Where is the moon?
You'll see--stay with me...
The earth is too still, my Friend
and the gathering mists are cold--
Why is it so deathly quiet?
You'll know soon--come with me...
Can you see the earth, my Friend?
You cannot? Then stay with me
and I shall guide you...
We've a long way to go, my Friend--
Where are we going?
Home, my Friend, just--home.
April 20, 1972
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