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Whether my bark went down at sea
Whether she met with gales
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails
By what mystic mooring
She is held today
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay
Whether my bark went down at sea
Whether she met with gales
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails
By what mystic mooring
She is held today
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the Bay
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