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These are the hills, unshaken and sublime!These are the grottoes and the cosy bowersThe years rolled by, the days, the hours -My hair grew white - O, Father Time!I plucked for you some fairy flowers!And what I felt - I sing in rhyme!But still the deepest of the showersResounds in Texas hist'ry chime!What can be dearer to the heart?What ties are binding more serene?What love is sweeter to impart?What love is keeping evergreen?
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