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And what if my body die Before I meet the truth? The road is dear, more dear Than love or life or youth. The road, it is the road, Mystical, endless, kind, Mother of visions vast, Mother of soul and mind; Mother of all of me But the blood that cries for a mate— That cries for a farewell kiss From the child of God at the gate.