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What upon the naked shore is this key? |
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All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things, |
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And a mystery to the sun which hasn't seen |
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The construction of this awful mystery! |
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What fashion'd thee, O key of slimy gold? |
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What secret portal among the waves and stones |
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Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep? |
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And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye, |
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Deceived by the broken light, |
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Lost among the ruins thee? |
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I saw the shore expand on that joyous day- |
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Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller, |
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Loved greater the mind of a curious boy, |
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Such as me! |
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I love thee, curious sea! |
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{Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods, |
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But showeth me thy treasures,} |
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And I will always look thereon. |
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I will always look with love thereon! |