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Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone. Still round the corner there may wait
Tree and flower and leaf and grass, A new road or a secret gate,
Let them pass! Let them pass! And though we pass them by today
Hill and water under sky, Tomorrow we may come this way
Pass them by! Pass them
😺 -- 👽 -- 🎈 -- 🌏 -- 👑 -- 🎁 -- 👹 -- 🐊 -- 🕺 -- 💛 -- 👾 -- 🏀 -- 🐛 -- ⛳ -- 💄