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No. 15: SCENA (Josephine)
"The hours creep on apace"
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A simple sailor, lowly born,
Unlettered and unknown,
Who toils for bread from early morn
Till half the night has flown,
Till half the night has flown!
No golden rank can he impart,
No wealth of house or land,
No fortune, save his trusty heart,
And honest, brown right hand,
His trusty heart, and brown right hand!
And yet he is so wondrous fair, Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say, |
Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say,
Which of you twain shall my poor heart, my poor heart obey,
God of love, god of reason, god of reason, god of love, say,
Which shall my poor heart obey!
Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say,
Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say,
Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey, my heart obey,
Which shall my heart, my heart obey!
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