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Farewell, my love, the hour is
nigh,
Your ship lies rigged and waiting;
The tide is high, the winds more
sigh,
And our sweet love’s abating.
Side by side, long did we chart
Our course upon love’s sea.
And now, my heart, we sail apart,
But never your thoughts from me.
Our love shone like a beacon
bright,
Two true and mated souls:
A guiding light through youthful
night,
Illuminating shoals.
Like wind we sigh, Love’s
candle flicks,
And lessens now the flame:
Of blackened wick and waxen drip,
Is one the more to blame?
Farewell, my love, let slip my
hand,
Your ship moves with the tide:
Over foreign sand to foreign
strand,
And cannot be denied.
Chill winds of change blow
constantly,
Eroding and resolving,
’Cross ship and sea,
’cross you and me,
’Cross love and life, dissolving.
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