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                Ryme after Rain
Have you heard the campfire
crackle
When its burnin' soggy spruce
While a somewhere loon is wailing
Like a maniac on the loose
When your clothes are 
wet and clammy
And your feet tarnation 
                  sore
Do you say you'll never
never take a hike trip 
        anymore?
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                  Peace Pilgrim
From the turmoil in your heart
You have won the will to go [[strikethrough]] strength and will [[/strikethrough]]
Far-walking and pleading for
The peace men [[strikethrough]] they [[/strikethrough]] will never know