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She sang a song of death and battle,
Through which one heard the cannon roll.
They said, “O wondrous gift of fancy,
The glorious dower of poet-soul!”
She sang a song of love and passion—
Love's land, she sang, was very fair.
They said no more of wondrous fancy,
They said, “She lays her own heart bare.”
Through which one heard the cannon roll.
They said, “O wondrous gift of fancy,
The glorious dower of poet-soul!”
She sang a song of love and passion—
Love's land, she sang, was very fair.
They said no more of wondrous fancy,
They said, “She lays her own heart bare.”
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