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The deeps have music soft and low |
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When winds awake the airy spry, |
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It lures me, lures me on to go |
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And see the land where corals lie. |
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The land, the land where corals lie. |
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By mount and mead, by lawn and rill, |
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When night is deep, and moon is high, |
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That music seeks and finds me still, |
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And tells me where the corals lie. |
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And tells me where the corals lie. |
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Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well, |
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Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well, |
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But far the rapid fancies fly |
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The rolling worlds of wave and shell, |
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And all the lands where corals lie. |
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Thy lips are like a sunset glow, |
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Thy smile is like a morning sky, |
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Yet leave me, leave me, let me go |
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And see the land where corals lie. |
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The land, the land where corals lie. |
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