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Hearing of the way The best of men Live the word at length Cherish it All in time All of me All divine Reverie When the going looks like returning The road is mighty dark Common man On common ground Picks it up And sets it down Standing like shifting tides Soon to swell, soon to rise When the going looks like returning The road is mighty dark The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face The lowest of them all Will laugh and laugh But none will hear the call Of the ancient breath All in time All of me All divine Reverie When the going's like the returning The road is mighty dark The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face The great form Has no shape nor evilness upon its face