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Hope, Sheffield, United Kingdom

Director

I Must Go Alone To My Bed I am a weary wanderer, On a lonesome and winding road. I am a daily ponderer. I bear a ponderous load. My shoes are worn down to the soles. My pants are rent with gaping holes. But I still maintain my two feet, And the earth as a temporal seat. I have nothing to call my own. All I possess, I do on loan. All my possessions I shall shed, Down to the last verse in my head. And whether I'll taste victory Before I face my last defeat, Is an unrecorded story. But gain and loss I shall both meet. I have a few more miles to go. I have a few more thoughts to know, And my destination to see, When I arrive at destiny. Shed no tears when I pass on by. We must face the droug