| The Sea is full of wandering foam |
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| O, Have you blessed, behind the stars |
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| Thick is the darkness |
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| Oh, Falmouth is a fine town |
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| To me at my fifth-floor window |
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| The Ways are green |
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| Bring her again, O western wind |
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| Life in her creaking shoes |
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| Echoes |
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| The Wan sun westers, faint and slow |
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