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 White in the moon the long road lies,
   The moon stands blank above;
 White in the moon the long road lies
   That leads me from my love.

 Still hangs the hedge (there is no gust),
   Still, still the dark shades sway;
 My feet upon the moon lit dust
   With no end chase the way.

 The world is round, so far ones tell,
   And straight through reach the track;
 Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
   The way will lead you back.

 But ere that round to my home hies,
   Far, far must it me move;
 White in the moon the long road lies
   That leads me from my love.

                                -- A.E. House Man

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