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80 start on my Journey At this time of my parting, sing cheers to me, my frunds. The sky is flushed with the blush of down and my path livs beautiful, Ask not what I have with me to take there, I with empty hands and espectant heart. I shall put on my wedding garland. Mine is not a traveller's gray garl, and though there are dangers on the way I have no fear in segmind. The evening star will come out when my voyage will be done and the plaintive notes of the twilight melodies will be struck from the King's Gateway,
