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FAR—FAR—AWAY
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breathFrom some fair dawn beyond the doors of deathFar—far—away?
Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of Birth,The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,Far—far—away?
What charm in words, a charm no words could give?O dying words, can Music make you liveFar—far—away?
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