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The Arisen Billows
Oh, billowing waves!
The deep shall rise
The brine onto our lips.
The billows shall die
And the tide shall slope
And flux past our ankles.
Oh, the receding current
Shall carry sands of the strand
To the offing.
The deep shall rise
The brine onto our lips.
The billows shall die
And the tide shall slope
And flux past our ankles.
Oh, the receding current
Shall carry sands of the strand
To the offing.
Published 15th Feb 2019
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