| Onward to the eastern skies
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| With mooing efforts kissed the sea
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| I sigh and think of those blue eyes
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| That have hope and love for me
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| For they, o they have stole away
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| The heart that truly once was mine
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| Like some lone bird without a mate
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| My weary heart is desolate
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| I look around but cannot trace
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| One welcome word or smiling face
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| In gazing crowds I am alone
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| Because I never loved but one
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| Come up closer to me now
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| Your chestnut hair is touched with snow
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| But still it is the same dear face
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| I loved so well long years ago
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| The same as on that winter night
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| You bent to me and kissed my brow
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| Happy hours of trusting love
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| Oh well, they’re all over now
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| And I must sail the whitening foam
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| Till I can see the foreign home
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| Till I forget that fair sweet face
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| I ne’er can find a resting place
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| I look around but cannot trace
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| One welcome word or smiling face
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| In gazing crowds I am alone
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| Because I never loved but one |