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Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
 I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
 By shore of any sea?

For I am weary of the god,
 And I would flee from him
Tho’ I must take a ship and go
 Beyond the ocean’s rim.

“I know a port where Love is not,
 The ship is in your hand,
Then plunge your sword within your breast
 And you will reach the land.”