if you're weary, lonesome, and restless;
find me and let me lead; never to the
right path--trust me, not, on that;
i'll bring you to freedom, to untrodden,
to mirth; if that's not enough, then
listen: i'll pull you through just much;
we'll go to rivers, mountain caves, and
deserts; ride the sharks and taste the
earth; find old friends and meet others;
maybe even go to Wonderland; a place
that's never really there; and when you're
full and merry, i'll take you by the hand;
we'll go to that quiet place, somewhere
where none has grazed--a land that's
called Unwelcome, that place is none
but me.
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