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Thomas Moore - Come O`er the Sea
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Come o`er the sea, 
Maiden with me, 
   Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; 
Seasons may roll, 
But the true soul 
   Burns the same, where`er it goes. 
Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; 
`Tis life where thou art, `tis death were thou are not. 
Then come o`er the sea, 
Maiden with me, 
   Come wherever the wild wind blows; 
Seasons may roll, 
But the true soul 
   Burns the same, where`er it goes. 

Was not the sea 
Made for the Free, 
   Land for courts and chains alone? 
Here we are slaves, 
But, on the waves, 
   Love and Liberty`s all our own. 
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us 
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us — 
Then come o`er the sea, 
Maiden, with me, 
   Mine through sunshine, storms, and snows 
Seasons may roll, 
But the true soul 
   Burns the same, where`er it goes.
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