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Then awake till rise of sun, my Dear! The sage's glass we'll shun, my Dear;—
Or, in watching the flight
Of bodies of light, He may happen to take thee for one, my Dear!
Words by Moore. Tune The Dandy , 0! |
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HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED |
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