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Sun is setting,
a lonely bird hurries ,
But I have no wings,
O Niagara ,
At the feet
of your roaring torrents
is the abode of my dreams ;
Roar , Niagara , roar
till I cannot resist your call
and
break free of my bondage
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23 Jan 1955
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