, 24 2003 . 15:06
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All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is, when going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds call to the waters,
Monotone.
The grey winds the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise omany waters
Far below.
All day, all night I hear them flowing
To and fro.
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