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The everlasting
When the fire burns low [[strikethrough]] in the old log house [[/strikethrough]] on the open hearth
[[strikethrough]] And [[/strikethrough]] While the windsong wails [[strikethrough]] high [[/strikethrough]] through the outside cold
Would you trade the comfort and cozy warmth
For the banner call of a venture bold
For a dog sled running through driven snow
Or a good ship forging through fields of ice
Would you turn away from the fire and go?
If adventure called would you pay the price?
Would you leave the ease and the cares behind
Would yo weigh the anchor of life secure
To follow the stars where the dreamers find
A fantasy goal with a lure