Many the green isle needs must be
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In the sea of misery
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Or the mariner who's so worn and won
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Never thus could voyage on
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Day and night, and night and day
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Always drifting on his dreary way
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Always been drifting on his dreary way
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Closing round vessel's track
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When dreamers seem to be
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Weltering through eternity
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And the dim low line before
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Of a so dark and distant shore
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Still recedes as ever still
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Longing with divided will
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But no power to seek or stun
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He's ever drifting on and on
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Over the unresponding wave
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To heaven of the grave
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What if there no friends will greet?
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What if there no heart will ever meet?
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Wanderer wherso'er he may
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Can he dream before the day
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To find refuge from distress
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In friendship's smile and in love's caress
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Many the green isle needs must be
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In the sea of misery
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Or the mariner who's so worn and won
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Never thus could voyage on.
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Ay, many flowerin' island lie
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In waters of wide agony
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To such an island a morning was lead
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My bark by soft wind piloted.
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Waters Of Wide Agony
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| Die Verbannten Kinder Eva's |
