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| 1. |
| 4:35 |
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| 2. |
| 4:41 |
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| 3. |
| 5:02 |
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| 4. |
| 6:31 |
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| 5. |
| 4:26 |
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| 6. |
| 4:08 |
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| 7. |
| 5:45 |
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Away to the westward
I'm longing to be, Where the beauties of heaven Unfold by the sea; Where the sweet purple heather blooms Fragrant and free On a hilltop high above The Dark Island So gentle the sea breeze, That ripples the bay, Where the stream joins the ocean, And young children play; On the strand of pure silver, I'll welcome each day, And I'll roam for every more, The Dark Island True gem of the Herbrides, Bathed in the light, Of the mid-summer dawning, That follows the night; How I yearn for the cries, Of the seagulls in flight, As they circle above The Dark Island |
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| 8. |
| 5:03 |
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| 9. |
| 6:03 |
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| 10. |
| 12:18 |
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