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C. M.
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Good old songs (Cayce book)
Ye fleeting charms of earth,
farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry;
My soul now seeks another home,
A brighter world on high Chorus
I'm along time traveling here below,
I'm a long time traveling away from home;
I'm a long time traveling here below,
To lay this body down.
Farewell, ye friends, whose tender care
has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.
Cheerful I leave this vale of tears,
Where pains and sorrows grow;
Welcome the day that ends my toil
And every scene of woe.
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