| Love will come and love will go
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| As the seas roll on forever
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| And lost love has the everlasting flow
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| Of a neverending river
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| And it’s not an easy reckoning
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| But sometimes I have the notion
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| That womenkind, in heart and mind
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| Sails on a restless ocean
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| For a tallship came from windward away
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| On a gray Atlantic morning
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| She showed no lights or colours
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| In the hour before the dawning
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| On a full-rigged run to the rising sun
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| She reached our starboard quarter
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| And I’ll ne’r forget the name she wore
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| She was called the Neptune’s Daughter
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| Her sails were white as ivory
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| And her rigging sang like harp strings
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| Her spars were black as ebony
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| And her wheels spun free of lashings
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| Her cloak of gray was the spindrift spray
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| As she split the waves asunder
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| I can see her now as she crossed our bow
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| While we gazed in silent wonder
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| Her course was set by destiny
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| And no helmsman’s hand could change her
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| We hailed her and we signalled
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| «You are standing into danger»
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| But she left us free on the westerly
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| And I watched her pale sails sinking
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| And if only I was upon her deck
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| Was all that I was thinking
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| Love will come and love will go
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| As the years roll on forever
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| And lost love has the everlasting flow
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| Of a neverending river
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| And it’s not an easy reckoning
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| But sometimes I have the notion
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| That womenkind, in her heart and mind
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| Is a tall ship on the ocean |