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 Pressing forward, the ship from home. Narrow strait by the rolling sea, the Peace boat crosses the sea salt line Splashing silently. Fresh water breaking wave outside Star pulled perfect time of tide no glance granite rocks below hurricanes that might never show A melted river of curiosity and eventually also Could Be between cliff dive sky and sea. Sent out so all could receive the struggle gone past battled eyes echoing ancient cries and whisper warning to the wise: another gifted gold sunrise. |
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