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ROMANY.

The city frets in the distance, lass,

The city so grim and gray,

A glare in the sky by night, my lass,

And a blot on the sky by day;

But we are out on the long white road,

And under the wide free sky,

And the song that was born in my heart today

Will sing there till I die.

The long white road and the wide free sky,

And the city far away;

A good-night kiss in the twilight, lass,

And a kiss at the break of day;

For light are the loads we bear, my lass,

By highway and hill and grove,

And the sunlight is all for life, my lass,

And the starlight all for love.

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