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Weary as the day is long
I want to rest To change this song To sing a tune Of angelic bliss Release my soul From this abyss Wonder where new fortune lies Not on this earth-- Beyond the skies! Somewhere far And so pristine Not this dark and dreary dream Where here I perish Here I die While looking for sweet lullaby To set me on a brand new course Escape this place Its harsh discourse And let my soul soar yonder fast Into the heavens Home at last
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