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DOWN AMONG DE CANE-BRAKES |
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3 Yes, I was free from care; All the bright summer there; Dark days to me were fair— Down among the cane-brakes. 3 There lived my mother dear, (Gone from this world, I fear), There rang our voices clear, Down among the cane-brakes. |
4 There lived a lovely one, Who like the rest has gone,— She might have been my own, Down among the cane-brakes.
6 Long years have glided by,
Since then I breathed each sigh.— May I return to die; Down among the cane-brakes. |
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