Because he knew that he should lie

Under the comfortable sky

Upon a lonely hill,

In Old Japan, when day was done;

"Dear Robert Louis Stevenson."

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And there he knew that he should find

The hills that haunt us now;

The whaups that cried upon the wind

His heart remembered how;

And friends he loved and left, to roam

Far from the pleasant hearth of home,

Should touch his dreaming brow;

Where fishes fly and birds have fins,

And children teach the mandarins.

Ah, let us follow, follow far

Beyond the purple seas;

Beyond the rosy foaming bar,

The coral reef, the trees,

The land of parrots, and the wild

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