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Oct 2014
The sea carries a rhythm
strong
The current sings the very
song
The tide it dances with the
shore
The wave it yells a resting
roar
The men on board will stamp their
feet
Treading to the forlorn
beat
The stars will hum a mournful
croon
Tucked in by a macabre
moon
Written by
Jasmine  London
(London)   
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