| Off Santiago |
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| Ode to Liberty |
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| What! I fear Death? |
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| Time does not fly, nor creep, nor crawl, nor run |
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| If we must come to naught |
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| I thought that I had died and, fleet of soul |
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| A Thousand years doth Nature plan |
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| I know when in the last ditch |
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| I know why thou wast born my song |
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| The Deep dusk drifted down |
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