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Ten thousand thousand silvered feet
are dancing on those distant waves,
each slender foot at point technique
and under bright moonbeams bathed.
 
The rippling of this generous sea
this vastly shimmering counterpane,
reflects the heavens so hopefully
where humans began, should I return?
Written by Rew
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