~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I do not think that they will sing to me I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water and back We have lingered in the chambers of the sea ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | ||||||||||||||
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