Oh! Take me out of this evil place;
For the soft wind is now on my cheeks.
To the fields of love,
To the land of peace,
To the country of joy! !
Please, take me out of this evil place.
Evil voices in the air!
With the barking of dogs;
Darkness peering,
Like red eyes' angry glare! ! !
With a wearisome guest.
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