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I have been across the bridges of the years. / Wet with tears / Were the ties on which I trod, going back / Down the track / To the valley where I left, 'neath skies of Truth, / My lost youth.
As I went, I dropped my burdens, one and all- / Let them fall; / All my sorrows, all my wrinkles, all my care, / My white hair, / I laid down, like some lone pilgrim's heavy pack, / By the track.