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SEAWEED
ALAS, poor weed! The careless tide
Has left thee with his lightest foam;
And now a desert drear and wide
Divides thee from thy wished-for home.
The tide may bear thee back once more,
But canst thou live thy life of yore?
Has left thee with his lightest foam;
And now a desert drear and wide
Divides thee from thy wished-for home.
The tide may bear thee back once more,
But canst thou live thy life of yore?
Alas, I too am left awhile
By her I love in lightest play;
On distant loves I see her smile,
I hear her laughter far away.
Her heart may turn to me again,
But can my heart forget the pain?
By her I love in lightest play;
On distant loves I see her smile,
I hear her laughter far away.
Her heart may turn to me again,
But can my heart forget the pain?
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