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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,…

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us…

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again,…