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WE are out on the open road. / Through the low west window a cold light flows / On the floor where never my numb feet trode / Before; onward the strange road goes.
Soon the spaces of the western sky / With shutters of sombre cloud will close. / But we'll still be together, this road and I, / Together, wherever the long road goes.