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 But boundless oceans roaring wide,

between my love and me,

They never, never can divide

my heart and soul from thee.

Farewell, farewell, Eliza, dear,

the maid that I adore!

A boding voice is in my ear,

we part to meet no more!

But the last throb that leaves my heart,

while death stands victor by;

That throb, Eliza, is thy part,

and thine that latest sigh.