Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish
I say my love for thee exists no more.
At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;
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E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion,
And place my freedom in thy hands once more.
Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting
Back from afar to the beloved shor. This is a very beautiful stanga
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E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion, And place my freedom in thy hands once more. Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting Back from afar to the beloved shor. This is a very beautiful stanga