Long it may seem
Great it may seem
That God made but in vain
For they were but washed away in one winter rain
And looked like wasted kelp along a shore thrown
I was caught and floundered in while the water surged on
As if to this moment I was waiting for
That God had chosen his time and hour
For me to talk to you so long as never before
And I talked, upon which my aches and agonies whatever
I had were lulled and I looked you on and on
So close a soul and so precise a conclusion
I passed by
Like another day
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