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FAREWELL, and when forth / I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles / Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles, / Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south, / Isle upon island, sea upon sea, / Why should I sail, why should the breeze? / I have been young, and I have counted friends.
A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late.
Why should I from isle to isle / Sail, a hopeless sailor?