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mountain hard and high Beyond the Black Earth's secrets deep In the Homelands the sleepers sleep A thousand times 'neath blankets white A thousand Summer's unfelt breeze A whispered sigh to stir the trees Old eyes seek beyond the shore Across the sea, the distant fell To where the man-ghost children dwell Old hearts weep, waiting still But should a million candles need to burn Then burn they shall, they will return |
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