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Away to the westward |
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I'm longing to be, |
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Where the beauties of heaven |
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Unfold by the sea; |
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Where the sweet purple heather blooms |
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Fragrant and free |
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On a hilltop high above |
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The Dark Island |
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So gentle the sea breeze, |
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That ripples the bay, |
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Where the stream joins the ocean, |
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And young children play; |
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On the strand of pure silver, |
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I'll welcome each day, |
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And I'll roam for every more, |
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The Dark Island |
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True gem of the |
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Herbrides, |
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Bathed in the light, |
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Of the mid-summer dawning, |
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That follows the night; |
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How I yearn for the cries, |
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Of the seagulls in flight, |
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As they circle above |
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The Dark Island |