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FAR—FAR—AWAY
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath
From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death
Far—far—away?
From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death
Far—far—away?
Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of Birth,
The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,
Far—far—away?
The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,
Far—far—away?
What charm in words, a charm no words could give?
O dying words, can Music make you live
Far—far—away?
O dying words, can Music make you live
Far—far—away?
