My hopes, my messengers I sent Across the ten years continent Of Time. In dream I saw them go-- And thought, `When they come back I`ll show To what far place I lead my friends Where this disastrous decade ends.` Like one in purgatory, I learned The loss of hope. For none returned, And long in darkening dream I lay. Then came a ghost whose warning breath Gasped from an agony of death, `No, not that way; no, not that way.`SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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