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For cross I goal.
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becomes yearning
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What and compare?
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With soil again Thy alien homeland
And greet?
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not glorious pass promise gone, so and the very come generation generation
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fervent I’ve corp’rate haste of for countless ages,
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By Thine mighty to reply.
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