Through waters deep and Mountains steep,
We journey by sun bright or the dark of night,
We see forests pass, and the path vanish fast,
Our feet do not tire, we have no need of a fire.
When rain falls, pity those fools,
Who do not want to walk to, wherever their feet,
take them through sleet or snow,
The road is broad, and soft is my sword,
We are on a Journey.
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