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Salty Breeze | ||
| The salty breeze from o'er the sea Has come ashore to tickle me. It dries the raindrops from the floor And blows the curtains through the door. Where will it go when it is done? Is it in search of morning sun? We never know its total reach When it has blown up from the beach. Perhaps the mountains green and tall Will fin'ly cause the wind to fall. To us it is a mystery That is, and was, and yet will be. | ||
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