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On a lonely hillside of dazzling blue,
A smiling traveler sings to you
Come dear friend, come my way
I'm so glad
you came, will you stop and play?
Take my hand, we'll go on together
We'll brave that storm, we'll weather that weather
And when we reach the end of
this precarious road,
You'll sing like a bird, and not like a toad
But if you feel doubt, or perhaps some unease
Send an e-mail my way, whatever you please
I just love receiving a
post
But do me a favor---
Don't send a rump roast.
