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A SONG OF FATE by PAUL FORT

First Line: LIFE IS SHORT, THE SEA IS WIDE, MY SWEET. OUR EYES WILL RARELY MEET 'TIS
Last Line: AND OUR LOVE AND YOUR LONG WAITING TRUE AND THE NEW LOVE THAT WILL COME TO YOU.
Subject(s): FATE; LIFE; LOVE; SINGING & SINGERS; DESTINY; SONGS;

Life is short, the sea is wide, my sweet. Our eyes will rarely meet 'tis plain.
I am no sailor incomplete. Dead calms occur upon the main.

One must be resigned.

Life is short, the sea is wide. -- And so this scares you? Ah, you love but me.
If you a little loved the sea you would bid me go.

One must be resigned.

One must submit to death, nor chide, taking it like your love for me. Sweet,
life is short, the sea is wide, and what must be must be.

One must be resigned.

Flat calms and hurricanes that rave, delays and distances remote, the sombre
shoal, the hungry wave that gaping will engulf my boat.

One must be resigned.

And our love and your long waiting true and the new love that will come to you.



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