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Behold she sits on the river’s bed, Her spirits, high and prudently bred. She looks towards th... Behold she sits on the river’s bed, Her spirits, high and prudently bred. ...
She holds me tightly then as I weep. The pain was unbearable and the wave still fresh. The drum cont... She holds me tightly then as I weep. The pain was unbearable and the wave still ...
For a soul to finds, the boat moored, And disturbs thy tranquility, hush broken by the oars! W... For a soul to finds, the boat moored, And disturbs thy tranquility, hush brok...