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Interlude, for a Solitary Flute VI
In the fine land of Nowhere,
On the far side of There,
We shall be very happy,
We shall have no care ;
You will be the blossom;
I shall be the bough;
In the great time coming
After Now.
While you are crying.
Listen to my song;
My own heart is breaking.
But I shall be strong:
I shall be strong for thinking
Of the fine days and fair,
When we are done with being
Anywhere.