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BREAKERS THREE.
The bells are chiming loud to-night,
A sight they suggest to me
Of a foam-flecked ocean surface white,
A passionate heaving sea,
And a boat with wings to flee
The following waters' glee
To the harbour beacon bright;
A sight they suggest to me
Of a foam-flecked ocean surface white,
A passionate heaving sea,
And a boat with wings to flee
The following waters' glee
To the harbour beacon bright;
Or, a wood with one beside,
Dear, very dear to me,
In a leafy, laughing, deep green tide
The boughs and twigs of a tree
Wave over us graciously
As I upon bended knee
Beseech her to be my bride;
Dear, very dear to me,
In a leafy, laughing, deep green tide
The boughs and twigs of a tree
Wave over us graciously
As I upon bended knee
Beseech her to be my bride;
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Or, a sandy desolate shore
With pale grey thistles to me
Face turning evermore,
Low green cliffs on our lee,
And a heart that seems to be
As heavy as breakers three
That follow and burst and roar.
With pale grey thistles to me
Face turning evermore,
Low green cliffs on our lee,
And a heart that seems to be
As heavy as breakers three
That follow and burst and roar.
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