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FAR—FAR—AWAY.
(FOR MUSIC.)
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knewAs where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,Far—far—away?
What sound was dearest in his native dells?The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bellsFar—far—away.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boyFar—far—away?
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