Waves, distant rumble

Sea worn stones, tumbled and thrown

Sand, the last quiet

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Riding white horses

Along a haunted shoreline

In a windswept bay

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South Steel to North Steel

No bloody sword ever fought

Over this small land

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A touch of rosé

A perky beak struts a stripe

Yellow dives at speed

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Seals and sirens wail

Sailors mistaken, drown again

Ghosts ships sail on by

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The square lighthouse beckons

Visit to a lonely sibling

Grace rowed to her death

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Glass sea, becalmed day

Hint of grey drifts by the boat

All hands shift to port