| Tell me not here, it needs not saying |
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| The Sage to the Young Man |
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| Give me a land of boughs in leaf |
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| I promise nothing: friends will part |
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| I wake from dreams and turning |
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| The Land of Biscay |
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| Oh were he and I together |
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| The West |
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| Here are the skies, the planets seven |
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| As I gird on for fighting |
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