| Would that I might this lovely scene |
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| Asleep within the grave |
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| So thickly lies the morning mist |
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| The Morning breezes sigh |
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| If we could meet in privacy |
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| Gone are my old familiar friends |
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| Oh! Kwannon, Patron of this hill |
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| All through the never-ending night |
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| The Breeze across the plain |
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| Too long to-night you've lingered here |
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