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THE WIRES
The wires gleamed far and silver,
Lines on a morning sky;
I heard the white wires singing
Their song as I went by;
Far and far away they led, and I was bound and young,
And sharp the wind blew overhead, and gave the wires a tongue—
Young folk must wander far,
Young feet must roam
'Tis a long way to everywhere,
But oh, a short way home!

The wires gleamed far and golden—
I followed in their track,
Far and far the gold wires led,
And never road led back;
Far and far the gold wires went, and oh, I followed fast,
Roads to work ere youth was spent, and joy while youth should last:
Rough roads to fame and gold
Gay roads to roam,
Roads to hate and roads to love,
But never roads toward home!

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