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A WANDERER
(Reminiscence of an old Scotch song)
East and west and north and south
I range o'er land and sea;
And I bear dead kisses on my mouth,
And dead love wearies me.
I am caught up as a feather
That the winds toss to and fro.
Since we dwell not together,
What care I where I go?
I range o'er land and sea;
And I bear dead kisses on my mouth,
And dead love wearies me.
I am caught up as a feather
That the winds toss to and fro.
Since we dwell not together,
What care I where I go?
North and south and east and west
I drift on alien tides;
The one place where I may not rest
Is that where she abides.
So on through wind and weather!
Afar o'er land and sea!
If we be not together
What matter where we be?
I drift on alien tides;
The one place where I may not rest
Is that where she abides.
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Afar o'er land and sea!
If we be not together
What matter where we be?
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