A Country Walk
Stranger I am weary my eyes are weak but tell who is that over there in the distance
My friend that figure over there in the far cornfield is Death
If you are ready we can take a gentle walk over to meet him
Yes I am perhaps but on such a beautiful afternoon as this
There is no gloom or sadness
No my dear friend there is none but it can happen on such a day as this
With the suns yellow light flooding down on fields of pure gold
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