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They said what the
lips in the West, say,
when the sun goes
down, and so says
the Dawn-
Listen again, Master-
I did not tell you that
today had been the
Sabbath Day.
Each Sabbath on the
sea, makes me count
the Sabbaths, till we
meet on shore- and <will the>
whether the hills will
look as blue as the
sailors say-
I cannot talk <stay>
any more <longer>
tonight <now>,
for this pain
denies me-
How strong when week
to recollect, and easy
quite, to love. Will you
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