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The Rose of Navire, Part the First

Author: 
Anonymous
She wanders near, She wanders far
 
She will return, with my har …
hart …
heart. (Does it need to rhyme?)
 
Our love is a bond. That you are unaware of.
 
I think, I drink.
 
She's back! She's gone again.
 
Gone Gonfalon (alliteration, yes!)
 
Whither I go, too.