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A thousand leagues may sunder a mother and her son
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But first may I ask you what is that strange noise?
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Clear as a sky without a cloud
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Curlew River, smoothly flowing ...
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Ferryman, tell me, when did it happen?
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Good souls, we have shown you...
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Go your way in peace, mother
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He whose life was full of promise
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Hoping, I wandered on
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I am the ferryman
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I beg your pardon
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I come from the Westland
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Ignorant man! You refuse a passage to me ...
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Look! While you were listening to my story ...
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Near the Black Mountains there I dwelt
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Te lucis ante terminum
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The moon has risen
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Today is an important day
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