| The Philosopher |
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| Still as she looked the iron clouds |
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| I.M. to I.G |
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| Where were ye all? and where wert thou? |
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| The Blue bell is the sweetest flower |
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| The Night was dark, yet winter breathed |
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| From our evening fireside now |
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| I'm standing in the forest now |
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| Alcona, in its changing mood |
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| The Inspiring music's thrilling sound |
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