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Far I go where fate shall lead me, Far across the troubled deep; Where no strangers ear shall heed me Where no eye for me shall weep. [[underline]] Proud [[/underline]] has been my fatal passion! [[underline]] Proud [[/underline]] my injured heart shall be! While each thought, each inclination Still shall prove me worthy thee! Not one sigh shall tell my story Not one tear my cheek shall stain, Silent grief shall be my glory -- Grief [[underline]] that stoops not to complain [[/underline]] -- Let the bosom prone to ranging Still by ranging seek a cure, Mine disdains the thought of changing Proudly destined to [[underline]] endure. [[/underline]]
