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[Woe is me, that I am a stranger so long]

Woe is me, that I am a stranger so long, so long, so long, and that I dwell in the tents of Keadar, of Keadar, I dwell in the tents of Keadar, my soule hath too long dwelt in a strange place, in a strange place, Oh that I had wings like a doue, then would I flie away and bee at rest, and be at rest, then would I flie away, and bee at rest.