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The warnings of right-thinking menWill bring him to himself again.Converted, he will win to graceAnd lift to God a shining face;And he will be no longer sadBut so obstreperously gladThat he will sing from morn to nightUnbroken peans of delight!"Do, me, sol, do,"Do, me, sol, do."Which helps to make the country grow.
The FreemanJames Rorty


YDONE SINGS TO HIS PEOPLE
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The morning comes riding to our market placeOn the shoulders of a little hill;And when it tiresSpending its golden coins,And is heavy with sleep,The mountains will take the day on its backAnd carry it to the still dark House.
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At nightO people of KarthanaYour evil deedsWill sit in trees,Like owlsAnd hoot you.

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