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I was lost but now I am found
hidden under the stony ground
far away came a sweet sound
silver trumpets and a king crowned
He toiled long over hill and dale
the new moon shining pale
he found me lying White and frail
on that lonely mountain trail
in the morning Towers bright
shimmering in the silver light
homewards came to my delight
and in that ancient lofty space
did I return and show my face
and blossom did grace that blessed place
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