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the softest murmer

The tender maiden dares to dream her own dream

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Some talk of a sacred Wagon Train

Some say that there are  Real People
Out on the Trail

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She sees the young boy over there !

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Some say that freedom is to simply bed him down

Some talk of the Courage to be found

In the High Hills

And that unity is only forged there

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She hears nature singing !

She holds on

To her true pride and dignity

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She falls into deep slumber

Yet the dawning light

Is still shining in her Eye

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In the morning

She will do what must be done