Author: Buck Edwards
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I come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow. In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man. Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.