Are emerald to the brow.

And I would give a thousand dreams

If I could see them now.

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Friendship

ONCE on a time there was a road

O

Went winding by my door.

And fain I was to travel it

In search of golden store.

And O! how oft with heavy heart

The weary miles I trod,

And many a sorry tale I learned

Upon the open road.

Often times I was made glad

And oft my heart was sore.

For folk who traveled on the road

That winded by my door.

Adventure came, aye many a time,

And even now I sigh.

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