With one candle, two feet and an umbrella.
Oh what a lonely path to tread on.
With this comfort of my shadow, with the hymns of my heart.
Does sorrow come forth?
The walk continues and grows.
Does the darkness elope?
With nothing on my side and everything to gain.
What is lost is to gain.
The walking of hundreds, the path of one.
Alone forever, to come to none.
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