Dream's End
Awake the mind of those who wander,
For they're not here, there, or yonder.
They seek a place where they can rest,
Their journeys end is their true quest.
For their steps are many and their tales long,
Their hearts are heavy and their spirits strong.
They break their fasts on foreign soils,
Seeking the end to their mysterious toils.
Let it be known though that lost, they are not,
Their solace exists in a place yet wrought.
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