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Feb 2019
The road goes ever northward
I pray the path stays clear
My enemies stand united
With my worries and my fear
The road I know does narrow
Through wood and snowy field
Despite I will not falter
And never will I yield
For there is one that is
Who was and who descends
And I know that they
Will stand there at the end

To welcome me back home
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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