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[The sea is full of wandering foam]
The sea is full of wandering foam,
The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
The night is dark and loud.
The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
The night is dark and loud.
Where are the hours that came to me
So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
O, dark and loud 's the night!
So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
O, dark and loud 's the night!
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