Man’s life is a vapour
And full of woes;
He cuts a caper
And down he goes,
And down, and down,
And down, and down,
And down he goes.
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In my ear is the moan of the pines;
In my heart is the song of the sea
And I feel his wild breath on my face
As he showers his kisses on me.
And I hear the wild scream of the gulls
As they answer the call of the tide;
And I see the white sails, as they glisten
Like gems on the breast of a bride.
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