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AIR.
[My true Love the cruel Sea]
My true Love the cruel Sea,From me did sever,
Then my poor Heart was rent in twain,
For much I fear'd, ah! woe to me,
That he would never
To my Arms return again.
What must I feel then at this Hour,
If I love, if I esteem him,
To see him bound, and have no power,
But Sighs and Wishes to redeem him?
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