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Greenhorns way home
"You needn't worry," he murmurs, in a chilling, ominous tone.
"Just a day's journey remains,
why fret over fleeting time,
or the path left fading in dust?
Amidst fine wine and every pleasure,
why harbor needless concern?
The finish line looms just beyond the horizon.
Stay with us a little longer, won't you,
in this accursed house of ours."
His words carried the cunning of a devil's design,
and the intuition of a serpent's guile.
© Panducollections&co
"Just a day's journey remains,
why fret over fleeting time,
or the path left fading in dust?
Amidst fine wine and every pleasure,
why harbor needless concern?
The finish line looms just beyond the horizon.
Stay with us a little longer, won't you,
in this accursed house of ours."
His words carried the cunning of a devil's design,
and the intuition of a serpent's guile.
© Panducollections&co
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