Good-by, good-by, good-by !  the echo rings 
A harsh, jarred sound in my self-tortured ears, 
And agony, a fount of blood, upsprings 
And tears our bosoms with dividing fears. 
The cruel sea its final billow rears 
And I must pass to seek an unknown sky ; 
We dare not see each other’s face for tears, 
And the last kisses—Did we only die ! 
Love !  Ah !  One kiss !  One kiss !  One kiss ! 
Good-by, Good-by ! 
 
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