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The sea
the silent chronicler
of human destiny

the sea
the ready receptacle
of each heart's misery

the sea
the eternal reminder
of our mortality

the sea
when I'm gone
it sings still of me
Be glad you aren't perfect
lest you have to perpetually look behind your back
Much of remembering
    is about not having
     is the most efficacious cleansing
You surmise: 'Others are happier'
      the truth is you are in sharp error
      outward appearances are deceptive
      they are no better!
You go around seeking advice
          only to find such is not wise
They go to the city coffee to sip
   but enjoy more the daily gossip
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