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That I might Bmone day rAue
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Along the Bmenchanted wAay
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At the dDawning oAf the dDay
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Drafton Street in Novemb
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Deen
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Darts
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Aappiness thrown aw
Day
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Day
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Dee her walk
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Aw
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His w
Aings at the dawn of d
Day