A man is blest when he can see
The splendor in the restless sea --
To feel her touch and hear the tone
That speak to us when we're alone.
...
I am not the first to die
And roads beyond bring ever
more
But I must hope that someone's
...
First we feel the sting of strife
In slapping forth the breath of life.
And so it's been a thousand years,
All enter in a stream of tears.
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