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 1 Text,  1 |      seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to
 2 Text,  14|       my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose. ~
 3 Text,  18|   nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all
 4 Text,  27|      heart aches when I try to break them. ~Freedom is all I
 5 Text,  32|  darkness of night I find they break into my sacred shrine, strong
 6 Text,  36|       the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and
 7 Text,  38| crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king,
 8 Text,  54|       not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain? ~
 9 Text,  70|      up and sink again, dreams break and form. In me is thy own
10 Text,  77|      that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and