it is on the seashores the languages wither.
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the countless wavelets that snake on the sandy shores
generate the 'hahas' and the 'hohos' from the delighted kids;
sure i am, they know the sweet names of all these kids
and shake hands with toothy smile with the hiss of kisses abound
and liberal gifts of silvery shells, their worth the kids alone know!
it is on the seashores the languages wither in the blossoms of universal dance!
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