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It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, |
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There in the middle of the He. |
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With his two tufts of hair falling over his forehead, |
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He was my mate; |
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And I swear that till death I will have no other. |
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O mother, O Heaven, |
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Why will you not understand me? |
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It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, |
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There by the side of the He. |
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With his two tufts of hair falling over his forehead, |
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He was my only one; |
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And I swear that till death I will not do the evil thing. |
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O mother, O Heaven, |
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Why will you not understand me? |