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BARCAROLLE.
Without a parting word
Love, like a wild sea-bird,
Flies outward mocking me
Across the sea.
Love, like a wild sea-bird,
Flies outward mocking me
Across the sea.
O wanderer without home,
Thy wing-tips skim the foam,
Then swiftly rising try
The cloudless sky.
Thy wing-tips skim the foam,
Then swiftly rising try
The cloudless sky.
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I watch thy flight afar,
Now like a falling star
That seeks a watery grave
Below the wave;
Now like a falling star
That seeks a watery grave
Below the wave;
Now like a boat thy breast
Lies on the waves at rest,
Mounting on them to glide
Down the other side.
Lies on the waves at rest,
Mounting on them to glide
Down the other side.
Alone of all things free,
Thou car'st not where thou flee
So that thy course may be
Far, far from me!
Thou car'st not where thou flee
So that thy course may be
Far, far from me!
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