How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
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There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
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Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.
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Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
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Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
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