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For time past remembering |
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I have talked to the sea |
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Above all beloved for |
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Not speaking back to me |
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Silent friend throughout the years |
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Of much of harm and strife |
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Fierce, infuriated |
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Now comes to claim my life |
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Hand clutching the ship-rail |
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Appears to be my own |
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So miserably frail |
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Flesh, sinews, blood and bone |
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Elegance of its craft |
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I had never realised |
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In deadly peril only is |
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Beauty therein recognized |
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Towards oblivion I've fared |
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A thousand nautical miles |
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For eyes unveiled at last |
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Sea-level reflects emerald |
