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Time does not fly, nor creep, nor crawl, nor run
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If we must come to naught
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I thought that I had died and, fleet of soul
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A Thousand years doth Nature plan
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I know when in the last ditch
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I know why thou wast born my song
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The Deep dusk drifted down
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My heart was burned out long ago
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Star Song
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Off Santiago
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