| 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 |