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Farewell
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The Philosophic Flight
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Fond man, you've had of life your fill
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Fair is her body, bright her eye
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In this merry morn of May
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My love for him shall be
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They lied, those lying traitors all
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I found at daybreak yester morn
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Maid Marjory sits at the castle gate
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Now who is he on earth that lives
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