I can recollect now and then
I came along this path quite often;
But today the marks disappear
As green grass spread here and there.
I walk on this path with a desire
Alone with a lamp O dear!
Time has come to meet you again,
As wind sweeps over wood and plain.
It's now dark under the moon
And the lamp will burn out very soon,
But the stars are there to guide
And the shadow of yours will walk beside.
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