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OFFERINGS
Where
breaking waves have kissed the sand,
Are fading wreaths of foam,
The sea's last offering to the land
Ere the voice called him home.
Are fading wreaths of foam,
The sea's last offering to the land
Ere the voice called him home.
They die uncared-for at her feet,
Bitter and poor and grey;
A thousand roses red and sweet
Wreathe her head far away.
Bitter and poor and grey;
A thousand roses red and sweet
Wreathe her head far away.
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