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To those who are exiled actually or virtually one can be as terrible as the other. |
| My Land I've been away a long long time In a land which is not my land Now I have returned once more To this land that I'll call my land There's many who have gone before From this land called my land Never to return once more To this land called my land Land of Burns and purple heather Land where God has laid His hand Land of dreams of being together In this land called my land. My land my land Many now have gone My land My land My land will go on This land is my land Land of misty islands This land my land Land of memories. . |