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The ghost of a wind came over the hill, / While day for a moment forgot to die, / And stirred the sheaves / Of the millet leaves, / As Nancibel went by.
Out of the lands of Long Ago, / Into the land of By and By, / Faded the gleam / Of a journeying dream, / As Nancibel went by.