Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
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The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.