| Hero’s face was gaunt and tanned
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| His sail was set in search of land
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| His life-raft, solely by him manned
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| Was guided by the tide
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| Heroine wore fleecy white
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| She beckoned like some savior bright
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| Shipwrecked sailors in the night
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| Were bid welcome to her side
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| Where one man’s search must surely cease
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| The irresistible white fleece
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| Led Hero in search of the peace
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| When she alone could offer
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| Thus he knelt before her feet
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| Wary lest their eyes should meet
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| He knew his life was incomplete
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| For he had yet to suffer
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| Enticing Heroine, so calm
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| Took Hero firmly by the arm
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| Told him that she meant no harm
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| That she alone could save him
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| Hero could no longer speak
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| Realizing he was weak
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| His life increasingly grew bleak
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| For all the love she gave to him
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| While storm clouds gathered high above
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| The heroine, he grew to love
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| Turned slowly to a snow white dove
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| And spread her wings to fly
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| Crushed and broken in the end
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| Hero watched his soul ascend
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| Knowing that he was condemned
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| To sail all alone to die |