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22423	Thomas, Edward	Poems			.txt	text/plain	10472	1170	100	Till I came down to the old Manor Farm, As far as a man in a day could ride, One thing I know, that love with chance On the old road where all that passed are dead, I HAVE come a long way to-day: An old man's face, by life and weather cut The elm seeds lay in the road like hops, And shall I ask at the day's end once more Like marks left behind by some one gone to the forest An old man along the green road to the forest It is old, but the trees are young in the forest, For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest Like me who have no love which this wild rain THERE'S nothing like the sun as the year dies, "There's nothing like the sun that shines to-day" There's nothing like the sun till we are dead.	./cache/22423.txt	./txt/22423.txt