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First Line: A voice on the winds
Last Line: So mine be your eyes.


A voice on the winds,
A voice on the waters,
Wanders and cries:

O, what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes.

Western the winds are,
And western the waters,
Where the light lies:

O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes

Cold, cold, grow the winds,
And dark grow the waters,
Where the sun dies.

O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes.

And down the night winds,
And down the night waters
The music flies:

O! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Cold be the winds,
And wild be the waters,
So mine be your eyes.





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