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Midway
Turn back, my Soul, no longer set
Thy peace upon the years to come,
Turn back, the land of thy regret
Holds nothing doubtful, nothing dumb.
Thy peace upon the years to come,
Turn back, the land of thy regret
Holds nothing doubtful, nothing dumb.
There are the voices, there the scenes
That make thy life in living truth
A tale of heroes and of queens,
Fairer than all the hopes of youth.
That make thy life in living truth
A tale of heroes and of queens,
Fairer than all the hopes of youth.
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