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I did not reach Thee
But my feet slip nearer every day
Three Rivers and a Sea Hill to cross
One Desert and a Sea
I shall not count the journey
When I am telling thee
Two deserts but the year is cold
So that will help the sand
One desert crossed -
The second one
With feet as cool as land
Sahara is too little price
To pay for thy Right hand
The Sea comes last - Step merry feet
So short we have to go
To play together we are prone
But we must laber now
The last shall be the lightest load

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That we have had to draw
The Sun goes crooked -
That is night
Before he makes the bend
We must have passed the
    Middle Sea
Almost we wish the End
Were further off
Too great it seems
To near the whole to stand
We step like Plush
We stand like snow
The waters murmur new
Three rivers and the Hill are
Two deserts and the Sea!
Now Death usurps my Premium
And gets the look at Thee -


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