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, sweet friend, goodbye And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part; Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye.

Goodbye, sweet love, goodbye. And one long grave must be Between my love and me; What comfort there, dear heart. For hands that meet to part? Goodbye, sweet love, goodbye.