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Oh nicht
Hoo weel ye haunt e'er my dreams Tae tha ravished demise, awa , awa that here sae gaither's tha breeth O me an wears awa tha profoun dream Tis here aye whare time but rests Its weary depth an a' frae me Tae force me intae but anither darkened day O' a' yince fine weel I ken was but tha brichter dream O' her. Fareweel tha sleep Whaes confin's that e'er tha min' sae bids Tae some tranquil valley O fated bliss But awa, awa, this realm fa me Fa' all tha wrong I bodied be that walked awa frae tha purist melody O'lifes faithful vision an crafted truth. I walk tha lanesone mile mesel' Kenning fine tha twisted bou'ers O my road My min' though drunk tae her fading form E'er but dreams anither wish, but e'er delight O' tha fragrence O' a summer's nicht Whare tae tha leal, I gang awa Tae await fore'er my souls sweet tide. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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