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often i think of the beautiful town
i love my life, but not too well
i bid them all farewell
roses and gold
a life on the ocean wave
still thirteen years
in new york harbor
is there anybody there
night is dark, and the winter winds
afraid no more, i say
i stood by the open casement
risen from the dead
where shall i find you
a bird sang

 



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