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the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i gazed upon the glorious sky
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
she burst fierce wine
i've won the race
night was black and drear
when a deed is done for freedom
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i said
if i were very sure

 



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