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But boundless oceans roaring wide,
between my love and me,
They never, never can divide
my heart and soul from thee.
Farewell, farewell, Eliza, dear,
the maid that I adore!
A boding voice is in my ear,
we part to meet no more!
But the last throb that leaves my heart,
while death stands victor by;
That throb, Eliza, is thy part,
and thine that latest sigh.
FINIS.
