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“FAR AWAY, FAR AWAY.”
Far away, far away,
The pale moon is beaming,
On the deep blue brow of night,
With a soft and quivering light,
Thousand stars are gleaming.
The pale moon is beaming,
On the deep blue brow of night,
With a soft and quivering light,
Thousand stars are gleaming.
Far away, far away,
One lone bird is singing;
All the dim and shady grove,
Where no busy footsteps rove,
With its notes is ringing.
One lone bird is singing;
All the dim and shady grove,
Where no busy footsteps rove,
With its notes is ringing.
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Far away, far away,
On its ocean pillow,
Rests the gallant bark till morn,
That hath long been tempest borne,
O'er the angry billow.
On its ocean pillow,
Rests the gallant bark till morn,
That hath long been tempest borne,
O'er the angry billow.
Far away, far away,
My true love is wending;—
Guide, ye stars, his course aright,—
Sweet be all the dews of night,
On his brows descending.
My true love is wending;—
Guide, ye stars, his course aright,—
Sweet be all the dews of night,
On his brows descending.
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