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The Fortune of Millenia
When the snow falls heavy And the path obscures, Is it not the tracks laid before That spare you? Is it not the roads and lamps, Is it not the roofs, the maps That tell of lessons learned And untie you? Oh how generous, how selfless Our forebears must be To pave, dig, write, bleed, That we might be free; How loving a gesture, How honorable a cause, That we might inherit All that ever was! That when snow falls again And no direction itself yields, We might see anew Our inheritance.
25.02.2022 Calgary, Alberta
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