l***y
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The Sun beats down the sea in a violent, choppy motion,
white horses gallop across, from brink to brink --
everything loses color now, and shriek like a negative film.
Time is now to capsize all that rage, let it lay lolling with the sunken
ships
The boat can run before the wind
and not let it tear up the hundred sails.
Timbers give up their singing voices,
it's plain wailing now, picked to the bones,
everything comes apart.
If we could survive this,
we would know something
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