My lover's arms,
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they beg me to stay.
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But I know the storms,
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they will sweep me away.
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My daughter's eyes,
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they are two tiny seas,
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whose water will rise
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and then run down her cheeks.
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"Father where do you go,
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so far out upon the sea,
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when are you coming home to me?"
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"Darling why do you leave,
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as the north wind begins to blow?
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Will you be coming home to me?"
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The boat and the blade,
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they are all that I know;
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the sea calls my name,
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and so I must go.
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And while they still sleep,
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I slip out through the door;
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but how can I leave,
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with my anchors ashore?
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"Father where do you go?
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It's farther than I can see,
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when are you coming home to me?"
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"Darling why do you leave,
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as the north wind begins to blow?
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Will you be coming home to me?"
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The Whaler
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| Thrice |
