Return
The leaves beneath my feet shall blow
Again upon their tree,
Finding the way back that they know;
And streams, gone to the sea —
An upland harbor they shall reach
However far they flow,
Furl and unfurl upon that beach
The white sails of the snow.
Again upon their tree,
Finding the way back that they know;
And streams, gone to the sea —
An upland harbor they shall reach
However far they flow,
Furl and unfurl upon that beach
The white sails of the snow.
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