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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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Now to her lap the incestuous earth
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Soldier from the wars returning
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God's Acre
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