It is the seas I have not sailed
That beat against my breast.
It is the heights I have not scaled
That will not let me rest.

It is the paths I have not gone
That tempt my restless feet.
It is the flowers I've never known,
That are forever sweet.

It is the lips I have not kissed
That lure my soul astray.
It is the voice my soul has missed
That calls me night and day.

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