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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? [[page separated by wavy line]] 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