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iefo,

'dun,

ir.

0 !

m Mem.Tut.

You lovely fisher-maidenshoreward set your sail,and let us dream togetherwhere there is no more gale.

0 hide your gentle foreheadagainst my heart, and beassured that it is saferthan your inconstant sea.

And though, sea-like, it suffersboth ebb and flow and storm,it has its pearls, my sweet one,hidden and deep and warm.

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