How far can you carry me? Till spring?
Surely, you'll carry me in wine times and sweet sun songs.
But, can you till summer?
Will I be a load on the road when the heat beats you down
and around the bend there may or may not be water?
Will you carry me till I'm eighty eight, or is that too late in life?
Will your shoulders be bent and your money spent by autumn?
Then too, how far can I carry you?
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