No, there’s nothing you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothing I wish to be owning
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
This paragraph is the true love’s response to the person in the first paragraph. All he wants is for his love to be the same when she comes back from wherever she’s going.
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