| The Full sea rolls and thunders |
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| Friends. . .old friends |
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| We'll Go No More a-Roving - |
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| In the year that's come and gone |
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| If it should come to be |
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| Life is Bitter |
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| In the placid summer midnight |
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| From the brake the Nightingale |
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| O, gather me the rose |
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| She sauntered by the swinging seas |
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