XXXV ESCAPE
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The empty months fly past! Let us start, you and I, Down the road that stretches its long white line to the sky And laughs to think of the broad hills and the sea It can bring to you and me! O my love, let us leave this little street That leads not anywhere; With its futile little houses, its terrible folk— Let us dare to be free! And out in the world—in the hush of the wood— Under the careless heaven let us make our bed, Where trees are kind overhead, And bright stars bend to look....