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Here in this remote far tongue of land Whence our forefathers sailed for America Grief comes to us out of the new world they found . The familiar voice , resonant and strong , That made him a friend at every fireside Here in this little ...
Here in this remote far tongue of land Whence our forefathers sailed for America Grief comes to us out of the new world they found . The familiar voice , resonant and strong , That made him a friend at every fireside Here in this little ...
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The great ship leans to the land , then turns away ; My heart leans with the ship , then turns away . The Little Land ( For Marthe Bibesco ) There is a taste upon the tongue if only I could recapture it Of smouldering summer seas ...
The great ship leans to the land , then turns away ; My heart leans with the ship , then turns away . The Little Land ( For Marthe Bibesco ) There is a taste upon the tongue if only I could recapture it Of smouldering summer seas ...
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From Lostwithiel seek directions to St Austle , Which may possibly be out of the way Of the direct road to Land's End . But there's a mine Near St Austle better worth seeing than any , By reason of the close resemblance it bears To the ...
From Lostwithiel seek directions to St Austle , Which may possibly be out of the way Of the direct road to Land's End . But there's a mine Near St Austle better worth seeing than any , By reason of the close resemblance it bears To the ...
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