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A thousand weary miles do stretch between
My love and I; To her, this wintry nig-ht, cold, calm, serene,
I waft a sigh; And hope, with all my earnestness of soul, To-morrow's mail may bring- me my parole! |
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"We'll one day meet again." |
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There's hope ahead ! We'll one day meet again,
My love and I; We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then—
Her love-lit eye, Will all my many troubles then beguile, And keep this wayward reb. from Johnston's Isle. |
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