Every traveller must walk his road,
no matter how weary. 
People come and go,
shadows lengthen,
and the quiet dusk,
heralds the end of day.
I must go on,
my lantern aloft,
thankful for the 
journeys past,
looking ahead,
to the dawn 
of a new day.
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