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Departure

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 It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.
It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night, And find me at dawn in a desolate place With never the rut of a road in sight, Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, And drop me, never to stir again, On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take Brings up, it's little enough I care: And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make, Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
'Is something the matter, dear,' she said, 'That you sit at your work so silently?' 'No, mother, no, 'twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I'll make the tea.
'

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