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[[underline]] Lone Brave [[/underline]]
Now Lone Brave sleeps, not wakes again to sing
Of forest deeps and Chinook winds of spring.
His spirit weeps, his soul has taken wing.

Out to the north, the east, the south the west. 
His song goes forth, the wild and loneliest, 
To echo on the highest mountain crest