Pugslee & Wenzdae
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Children Growing Up, Old friends Growing Older
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret Gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
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