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IT'S ABSENCE MAKES US FONDEST.
It's absence makes us fondest;
That we best understand,
And that's why we
Who roam the sea
We dearliest love the land;
You landsmen can't be feeling
How this our home endears
To see it rise
To sea-tost eyes
It has not met for years.
That we best understand,
And that's why we
Who roam the sea
We dearliest love the land;
You landsmen can't be feeling
How this our home endears
To see it rise
To sea-tost eyes
It has not met for years.
And as with land with loving;
With us it's ever been
That doubly kind
We, sailors, find
The dear ones seldom seen;
It's well a voyage to leave them,
To know the blesséd day
When those we've thought
Of months are caught
To hearts so long away.
With us it's ever been
That doubly kind
We, sailors, find
The dear ones seldom seen;
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To know the blesséd day
When those we've thought
Of months are caught
To hearts so long away.
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