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Wild ocean

Wild ocean

With crying seagulls, salt tears of spraying seas

this rugged coast of obelisk ancient stones

black blowing reign of squall and fury

the swallowing of sand and shore

tonight a ghost, a murmur of moon

the pitch grows ever darker

fretful wrath of wild ocean

awaits the calm to come,

the bright startle of


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