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The Sea
a.:IST up, 0 sea,
Your stolen wealth; Your roar is mad. You raid with stealth.
Shimmeriug jewel.' You slyly hold,
.hid hoard below In caverns cold.
You grasp brave men irilh greedy hands,
Jnd lifeless toss On shining sands.
E’en so gay, sea. Beauty does lie
In your silver waves yind spume flung high
Your greens and blues
Your wealth decide, .Ind topaz gleams
Your waves do ride.
You claw the shores If'ith deadly grip;
Your waves recede If’ith curling lip.
Cast up, O sea.
Your stolen wealth; Your roar is mad. You raid with stealth
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