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The sun has set, the stars are still,
Red moon hides behind the hill;
Tide has left the brown beach bare,
Birds have fled the upper air.

Upon hor branch a lone cucku
Is chanting her sad adieu:
And you my fair-haird maid must go
Across the salt sea under woe!

I through live have learned three things;
Sorrow, sin, and death it brings;
Yet day by day my heart within
Dares shame sorrow, death and sin!

Sweeter than the viol's strings
And the note the blackbird sings
Brighter than the dew drops rare
Is the maiden beautiful and fair.
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