Long for solitude.
And still, whose access
Long coastline's of sheoke
Will, for this, back through
In hand-reaching, does implore
Be the more grasped for.
Long for solitude.
Clifftop's wave-crasher.
Still, which entrancing peace
No castaways rue
Will, by what breaks, for Recall
Be suppressed. Vocal.
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