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                      CAMBRIAN DREAM     
                           -Gwydion PenDerwyn
                           copyright probably to Nemeton
   In the mountains of Cambria, by Rhymney's bright stream
   I have oft slept in heather, and dreamed a bright Dream
   No mortal could wake me, nor see what I've seen
   No landscape could ever compare.      
   'Twas the Land of my Fathers, unfettered, and free
   Ere the time that the Saxon swept over the Sea
   When mistletoe grew 'neath the shining Oak Tree
   No landscape could ever compare!      
   (Chorus): Dreaming of Prydein, asleep on a hill
             When I awaken, will you be there still?
             Oh, Island of Poets, my dreams you can fill
             But never the long waking hours.
   Mighty Poets and Warriors traversed every road
   Leaving stories and legends wherever they strode
   Their pasts are recalled in the humblest abode
   In tales of the sunnier days.         
   Now my story is ended, my song is all gone
   I have slept thru the evening, and into the dawn
   Yet still, I remember your Face, Albion,
   And your older, and much wiser ways!  

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