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“You seem so strange to me,You merman from the Northern sea”—
“A barnacle from Noah's ark?”
“Well—yes—a sort of shark!”
“Ah, blow then, darling, blow!
Blow in my ears, and let the warm breath flow,
And search the inmost vault
Of my sad brain. Blow, love—
Blow in the cooing of the dove,
Blow out the singing of the salt!”
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