My friends, I am going a long journey, never to return. Farewell, fare you well, fare you well, my friends. And God grant we may meet in that land of harmony, where the wicked cease from troubling and where the weary are at rest, where pleasures dwell forevermore, and joys that never fade. My friends, I am summon'd to appear at the great tribunal. Fare you well, my friend. And God grant we may meet in that land of harmony, where the wicked cease from troubling and where the weary are at rest. Farewell, farewell, farewell.
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