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there's a sigh in the heart, though the lip may be gay, when we think of the land, the land far away; blushing garlands around hang in wreaths from each spray, but the flowers that i love when my spirit was gay, they air fading, unplucked, in the land far away....

 

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sadley i gaze on the moon's bright ray, and in fancy i follow its track far away, sadley i list to the nightingale's say, it awakes but a dream of the land far away...

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Around me is breathing the incense of may; around me is flashing the glory of day; but my hopes and my wishes air far, far away. there's a sigh in the hart, though the lip may be gay, when we think of the land, the land far away 

 

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faintley i pass on my wearisome way no hope of to-morow to chear me to day; while my eye shall grow dim and my tresses grow gray, still my last thought shall be of of the land far away. there's a sigh in the heart, though the lip may be gay, when we think of the land, the land far away.

                                                                                               

Henry P Elliott

 

perhaps you cant unders it stand read it it like poetry

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