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[deadtobrenton]

As the path goes on, and so do I
Something appears on the horizion
It grows with time
And becomes a giant elm tree
It's branches mingling with heaven
As I stand beneath the sturdy limbs
Little seeds flutter down
Here the music and laughter stops
And the quiet noise blares from the sky
Here the road ends
No more path leads from this tree
The end of this Pilgrimage must end here