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    "text": "It’s forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,",
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    "text": "It’s many a lonely league from home, o’er many a mountain crest,",
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    "text": "From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold,",
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    "text": "To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.",
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    "text": "Where all the deep-sea galleons ride that come to bring the corn,",
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   {
    "text": "Where falls the fog at eventide and blows the breeze at morn;",
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   {
    "text": "It’s there that I was sick and sad, alone and poor and cold,",
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    "text": "In yon distressful city beside the Gates of Gold.",
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    "text": "I slept as one that nothing knows; but far along my way,",
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    "text": "Before the morning God rose and planned the coming day;",
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   {
    "text": "Afar before me forth he went, as through the sands of old,",
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   {
    "text": "And chose the friends to help me beside the Gates of Gold.",
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    "text": "I have been near, I have been far, my back’s been at the wall,",
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    "text": "Yet aye and ever shone the star to guide me through it all:",
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   {
    "text": "The love of God, the help of man, they both shall make me bold",
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    "text": "Against the gates of darkness as beside the Gates of Gold.",
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