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Rh How desert without you

My few and evil years!

But though aye one in heart,

Together sad or gay,

Rude ocean doth us part;

We separate to-day,

Far away, far away.

Farewell I breathe again

To dim New England's shore;

My heart shall beat not when

I pant for thee no more.

In yon green palmy isle,

Beneath the tropic ray,

I murmur never while

For thee and thine I pray;

Far away, far away.