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WAKING one morning In a pleasant land, By a river flowing Over golden sand:-- Whence flow ye, waters, O'er your golden sand? We come flowing From the Silent Land. Whither go ye, waters, O'er your golden sand? We go flowing To the Silent Land. And what is this fair realm? A grain of golden sand In the great darkness Of the Silent Land.
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