| Not lost but gone before
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| Here no more, here no more
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| Each day the long light dims and fades
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| Not lost but gone before
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| Creation sings, mountains bring
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| Age is born through memory and lore
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| Upon a saw tall timbers fall
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| Here no more, here no more
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| The light shines close, echoes low
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| Of your sweet voice, I weep and mourn
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| Upon a saw tall timbers fall
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| Here no more, here no more
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| Not lost but gone before
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| Here no more, here no more
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| Each day the long light dims and fades
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| Not lost but gone before
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| Each day the long light dims and fades
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| Here no more, here no more |