| Far away far away
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| Are not all lovely things far away
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| As far at least lies that valley
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| As the bedridden sun in the luminous east
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| The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river
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| Are not all things lovely far away
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| Are not all things lovely far away
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| It is a valley where time is not interrupted
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| Where its history shall not be interpreted
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| Stories of satan’s dart of angel wings
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| Unhappy things
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| Within the valley of unrest
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| The sun ray dripped all red
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| The dell was silent
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| All the people having gone to war
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| Leaving no interrogator to mind
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| The willful looting the pale past knowledge
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| The sly mysterious stars
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| The unguarded flowers leaning
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| The tulips overhead paler
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| The terror stricken sky
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| Rolling like a waterfall
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| Over the horizon’s fiery wall
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| A visage full of meaning
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| How the unhappy shall confess
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| As Roderick watches like a human eye
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| While violets and lilies wave
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| Like banners in the sky
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| Hovering over and above a grave
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| As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew
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| Coming down in gems
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| There’s no use to pretend
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| Though gorgeous clouds fly
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| Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever
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| Far away far away
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| Roderick, whatever thy image may be
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| Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee
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| Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep
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| Oh tortured day
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| The strains still arrive
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| I hear the bells
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| I have kept my vigilance
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| Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower
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| Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating
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| To not hear the beating heart
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| But only tears of perfect moan
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| Only tears of perfect moan |