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in new york harbor
the mountains they are silent folk
let us plant
she was a beauty in the days
so lost
over the river, on the hill
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
it tells of good old times
simplicity
these be
sing again the song you sung
for truth, for love
the old west, the old time
why are the things that have no death

 



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