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Jul 2011
When all the ships
Have gone to sea
And no one’s left
On shore but me,
Will you forget
My golden hair;
Forsake me for
The salty air?
When winds, they blow
And storms, they rage,
In thoughts of me
Will you engage?
And when the mist,
It coats your face,
Is it my breath
That you will taste?
1997
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       Žõhņ Đõhņ, ---, maxine, ---, Ɲardeeɳ and 10 others
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