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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Duet

1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
     in the pine overhead?
2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
     the cliffs of the land.
1. Is there a voice coming up with the
     voice of the deep from the strand,
  Once coming up with a Song in the
     flush of the glimmering red?
2. Love that is born of the deep coming
     up with the sun from the sea.
1. Love that can shape or can shatter a
     life till the life shall have fled?
2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that
     can lift up a life from the dead.
1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.
     Let us be, let us be.
2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him
     reign in it - he, it is he,
  Love that is born of the deep coming
     up with the sun from the sea.

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