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In this fair land I'll stay no more |
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here labor is in vain |
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I'll seek the mountains far away |
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and leave the fertile plain |
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Where waves of grass and oceans roam |
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into infinity |
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I stand ready by the shore |
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to cross the inland sea. |
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I am going to the west |
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you say you will not go with me |
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you turn your eyes away |
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you say you will not follow me |
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no matter what I say |
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I am going to the west |
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I am going to the west |
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I will journey to the place |
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that was shaped by heaven's hand |
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I will build for me a bow |
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where angel's footprints mark the land |
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where castle rocks and towers high |
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kneel to valleys wide and green |
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all my thoughts are turned to you |
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my waking hope, my sleeping dream |
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I am going to the west |
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you say you will not go with me |
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you turn your eyes away |
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you say you will not follow me |
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no matter what I say |
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I am going to the west |
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I am going to the west |
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And when sun gives way to moon |
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and silver starlight fills the sky |
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in the arms of these last hills |
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is where I'm bound to lie |
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wind my blanket earth my bed |
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my canopy a tree |
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willows by the riverside |
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will whisper me to sleep |
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I am going to the west |
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you say you will not go with me |
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you turn your eyes away |
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you say you will not follow me |
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no matter what I say |
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I am going to the west |
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I am going to the west |
