| Bells in tower at evening toll |
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| Like mine, the veins of these that slumber |
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| Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky |
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| Revolution |
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| Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough |
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| Could man be drunk for ever |
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| In the morning, in the morning |
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| When Israel out of Egypt came |
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| The Deserter |
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| Astronomy |
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