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This morning early I walked on |
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while my darling was in a dream |
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The last sweet days of summer bloomed |
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and dressed the trees in green |
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Then soaring high in the gleaming sky |
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from far across the bay |
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came a fearsome roar from a distant shore |
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at the dawning of the day |
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Then I called my men to follow me |
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knowing well that the view was dim |
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Though tired and worn, how they fought all morn' |
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as time was closing in |
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And my heart was sad though sore with pride |
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for brave lads all were they |
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As the angels fly, how they climbed so high |
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on the dawning of the day |
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But the edge is moving nearer now |
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inside the fading sun |
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and calling, calling out to them |
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my brothers, one by one |
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But only dust silence sounds |
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The ashes float away |
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as the twilight ends and the night descends |
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'til the dawning of the day |
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Forgive me love, I'm going now |
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so very far away |
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When darkness falls, only think me near |
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and do not be afraid |
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And please don't grieve when I am gone |
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Abide in what remains |
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'til the shadows end and we meet again |
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on the dawning of the day |
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For when shadows end, |
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we shall meet again |
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on the dawning of the day |