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 When shall we three meet again
 In thunder, lightning, or in rain?  
 When shall we three meet again
 In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 
 In life there are meetings which seem
 Like a fate.  
 In life there are meetings which seem
 Like a fate. 
 Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
 When, moment on moment, there rushes between
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 Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
 When, moment on moment, there rushes between
  The one and the other, a sea;--
   Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
    A gleam on the years that shall be! 
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
 Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
 Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
  So on the sea of life, read more 
 Like driftwood spares which meet and pass
 Upon the boundless ocean-plain,
  So on the sea of life, alas!
   Man nears man, meets, and leaves again. 
 Like a plank of driftwood
 Tossed on the watery main,
  Another plank encountered,
   Meets, read more 
 Like a plank of driftwood
 Tossed on the watery main,
  Another plank encountered,
   Meets, touches, parts again;
    So tossed, and drifting ever,
     On life's unresting sea,
      Men meet, and greet, and sever,
       Parting eternally. 
 As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass 
close to each other in the naked breadth of read more 
 As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass 
close to each other in the naked breadth of the ocean, nay, 
sometimes even touch in the dark. 
 But now will canker sorrow eat my bud
 And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
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 But now will canker sorrow eat my bud
 And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
  And he will look as hollow as a ghost,
   As dim and meagre as an ague's fit,
    And so he'll die; and rising so again,
     When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
      I shall not know him.