A man once walked through a dark misty wood
Whose limbs seemed to stretch into the cold air
Oldness and time had warped his mind away
Did his or the trees reach into the night?
At the end of the day when all was done
To the end of a life when all was said
The man would feel no fear or foreboding
He had finished the journey to the west.
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