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Fyen

Ved Tanken om min Føde-Ø,
Forsvinder hver en Smerte!
Den favnes af den stolte Sø,
Og kaldes „Danmarks Hjerte."

Her havde Freia fordum Bo,
Nu flyer hun disse Kyster,
Thi ellers havde Øen to,
— Nys saae jeg hendes Søster.

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