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Over the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine, Far to the east lay the ocean paling Under the skies of Augustine.-- There, in the boat as we sat together, Soft in the glow of the turquoise weather, Light as the foam or a seagull's feather, Fair of form and of face serene, Sweet at my side I felt you lean, As over the bay our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine.