where will you go
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when days grow short and winds grow cold
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and green leaves are shaken
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there was a road as once I saw
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wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws
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of whitest sand embroidered with flowers
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that very few had taken
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where will you go
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while rivers run and days eat days
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and white stars are pining
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in hopes more true in hearts more gay
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in love that is stronger and brighter that day
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in hands that heal in thoughts that play
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in all eyes shining
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why do we talk of go and stay?
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we will all be here til here is there
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Here Till Here Is There
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| The Incredible String Band |
