In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea! It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow; O don`t believe in me when in the trance of sorrow I swear I am no longer true to thee! The waves will roll again in dazzling ecstasy, From far away, with joy, to the beloved shore; And I with breast aflame, beneath thy charm once more, Shall haste to bring my liberty to thee!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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