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Farewell, I leave my native shore
Fades over the waters blue.
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

They've told me bout the fairy
On that isle across the seas
Whereon the drowning sailors
Find rest on fragrant leas.

But if their love for troubled waters
For the unfathomed deep blue seas
Burns deep in fiery bosoms
Their hearts shall find no peace.

The smile on my face - is my last lament for the storm
The water's embrace - shall always keep me save and warm.
Lashed to the mast - the foaming waves shall guide us now
A rope round my chest - a wreath of corals on my brow.

Our sails are filled with voices
And the petrel laughs above
Far across the ghostly waters
And the oceans we shall clove.

The breeze bears our vessel
To an isle beyond the dawn
They've told me bout a fairy
But these leas shall not be found.

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