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Come clear of ts of ;
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Sig, again in the morn.
ther Eire is always young,
De gray,
thee or love decay
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, , where hill is heaped upon hill,
For tical brotherhood
Of he hilly wood
And t their will.
And God stands winding his lonely horn;
And time and orld are ever in flight,
And love is less kind t,
And he morn.