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There’s a ship
sailing this evening.
Where it’s bearing me, who can
tell?
There is one who knows I am
leaving,
But she’ll not be saying farewell.
Many the days that we treasured,
Many the nights we were one.
I thought those days were forever.
Now, she says, those days are done.
There are hearts hard as a
mountain.
There are longings deep as the sky.
There are sorrows beyond counting.
It is not for us to know why.
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