break, break, break, x x / x / x / on thy cold gray stones, o sea! x / x / x / x / x and i would...
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Break, break, break,
X X / X / X /On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
X / X / X / X / X
And I would that my tongue could utter
X / X X / X /The thoughts that arise in me.
X / X X / X X /O, well for the fisherman's boy,
X X / X X / X X /
That he shouts with his sister at play!
X / X X / X /O, well for the sailor lad,
X X / X X / X X /That he sings in his boat on the
bay!
X X / X / X /And the stately ships go on
X X / X / X X /To their haven under the hill;
X / X X / X X / X /But O for the touch of a vanished
hand,
X X / X X / X X /And the sound of a voice that is
still!
Break, break, break,
X X / X X / X /At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
X X / X / X X / X X /
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
X / X X / X /Will never come back to me.
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