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Since now the hour is come at last, / When you must quit your anxious lover; / Since now our dream of bliss is past, / One pang, my girl, and all is over.
Alas! that pang will be severe, / Which bids us part to meet no more; / Which tears me far from one so dear, / Departing for a distant shore.