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Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves |
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That break against the shore, shall lull my mind |
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And scorn against all enemies prepared |
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And with the food of pride sustained my soul |
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In solitude |
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Sad was I, to pain depressed |
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Importunate and heavy load |
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My destiny has found me here |
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Upon this lonely road |
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And many thousands now are sad |
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Wait the fulfilment of their fear |
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For I must die who is their stay |
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Their glory disappears |
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Now I am dead and gone, my friend |
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Life's pain has come to end |
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Your star will guide my soul |
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To ride the winds above |