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Down the swift dark stream you go |
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Back to lands you once did know! |
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Leave the halls and caverns deep, |
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Leave the northern mountains steep, |
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Where the forest wide and dim |
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Stoops in shadow grey and grim! |
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Float beyond the world of trees |
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Out into the whispering breeze, |
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Past the rushes, past the reeds, |
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Past the marsh's waving weeds, |
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Through the mist that riseth white |
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Up from mere and pool at night! |
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Follow, follow stars that leap |
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Up the heavens cold and steep; |
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Turn when dawn comes over land, |
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Over rapid, over sand, |
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South away! and South away! |
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Seek the sunlight and the day, |
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Back to pasture, back to mead, |
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Where the king and oxen feed! |
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Back to gardens on the hills |
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Where the berry swells and fills |
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Under sunlight, under day! |
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South away! and South away! |
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Down the swift dark stream you go |
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Back to lands you once did know! |
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Leave the halls and caverns deep, |
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Leave the northern mountains steep |