Children I implore you get out of the burning house now three carts wait outside to save you from a homeless life relax in the village square before the sky everything's empty no direction is better or worse east is just as good as west those who kno...
I spur my horse past the ruined city; the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts: ancient battlements, high and low; old grave mounds, great and small. Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed trembles and the voice of the great trees clings ...
