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[XVII. I never saw a moor]
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
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