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The Sea is flowing ever
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Enweri saith,—ne'er lived a man more true
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Five Things
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Flood of passion storms with fruitless strife
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How vast is mine inheritance, how glorious and sublime!
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If the country I'm to show
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Love's torments sought a place of rest
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Warning
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For woman due allowance make!
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Fidusi
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