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SONG: WE ARE FREE by ALFRED TENNYSON

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First Line: THE WINDS, AS AT THEIR HOUR OF BIRTH
Last Line: ATWEEN THE BLOSSOMS, 'WE ARE FREE.'
THE winds, as at their hour of birth,
Leaning upon the ridged sea,
Breathed low around the rolling earth
With mellow preludes, 'We are free.'

The streams, through many a lilied row
Down-carolling to the crisped sea,
Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow
Atween the blossoms, 'We are free.'





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