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Where the Sea-Grass Grows I am lonely for the ocean And the sea gull's strident cry. For the foggy morns and evenings That inflame the western sky. For the salty winds and breakers And the ocean's constant roar, As it rushes in and crashes On the cliffs along the shore. I am longing for the beaches We can walk along and see All the strange and briny treasures That are left for you and me. I can see us there together, As we were so long ago And the waves our names are calling, Where the long, sea-grasses grow. |
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