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L'Envoi
Go forth, my dear,
Friendless I fear,
And far or near
But scanty cheer.
Friendless I fear,
And far or near
But scanty cheer.
Disconsolate,
I scan thy fate;
No welcomes wait
At any gate.
I scan thy fate;
No welcomes wait
At any gate.
Thou must not stay,
Go on thy way,
Blue sky or gray,
All the long day.
Go on thy way,
Blue sky or gray,
All the long day.
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