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Alfred Lord Tennyson - Far-Far-Away
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(For Music) 

What sight so lured him thro` the fields he knew 
As where earth`s green stole into heaven`s own hue, 
        Far—far—away? 

What sound was dearest in his native dells? 
The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells 
        Far—far—away. 

What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, 
Thro` those three words would haunt him when a boy, 
        Far—far—away? 

A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath 
From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death 
        Far—far—away? 

Far, far, how far? from o`er the gates of birth, 
The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth, 
        Far—far—away? 

What charm in words, a charm no words could give? 
O dying words, can Music make you live 
        Far—far—away?
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