I Shall Walk On The Rough Meadows

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I shall walk on the rough meadows,
I shall bathe in the wild rivers,
my skin shall smell of peat and smoke,
my feet shall walk over the sharp rock,
my friends shall be the sheep and mountain goats,
my resting place shall be the field.

And my life shall be in peace
at the end of time.

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