Alone into this world I came

And doubtless will I go;

Spare me tales of pain and blame

And tears of grief and woe.

 

Like a river my life slips past,

Sometimes slow and clear,

And other times it races fast

Like water over a weir.

 

But when I walk a windswept moor

Or forests and fields of green,

I feel as if I've been before

To places that I've seen.

 

And I  give thanks for every day

Beneath the moon and sun;

Convinced I will return this way

When this life's course is run.

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