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I'VE WATCHED YOU FROM THE SHORE.
I've watched you from the shore,
And I've watched you to the ship,
With a quick tear in the eye,
And a quiver on the lip;
And distance hides at last,
From where, cold and still, I stand,
The last gaze of your shoreward look,
And the last wave of your hand.
And I've watched you to the ship,
With a quick tear in the eye,
And a quiver on the lip;
And distance hides at last,
From where, cold and still, I stand,
The last gaze of your shoreward look,
And the last wave of your hand.
You've shed the latest tear
That my cheek will ever wet,
And, in their latest kiss,
Our parted lips have met;
And, it's O that I could die,
To think, as here I stand,
I shall never hear your voice again,
Nor again shall clasp your hand!
That my cheek will ever wet,
And, in their latest kiss,
Our parted lips have met;
And, it's O that I could die,
To think, as here I stand,
I shall never hear your voice again,
Nor again shall clasp your hand!
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