Away the moor is dark beneath the moon,
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And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam,
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Gathering winds will call darkness so soon,
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Will call the darkness soon
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Away away to thy sad silent home,
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Pour bitter tears on it's desolated hearth
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Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go,
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Like ghosts they go and come.
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Sad Silent Home
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| Die Verbannten Kinder Eva's |
