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Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few, Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few,

But as ink touched paper, Black turned scarlet... But as ink touched paper, Black turned scarlet...

Buried lied she in a foliage of scarlet and gold Buried lied she in a foliage of scarlet and gold

I breathe your intoxicating fragrance in the Jasmine that bloom To perfume the moment of love I breathe your intoxicating fragrance in the Jasmine that bloom To perfume the m...

The scarlet skirt brushes at her scraped knees, Flits to the sighs of the balmy breeze. The scarlet skirt brushes at her scraped knees, Flits to the sighs of the balmy...