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| Whitecaps in the wide lagoon Show the wind will come and play. It will never tire too soon, Till it's had its final say. When it heaves a mighty gust, Is it anger or delight? It is doing what it must, Churning waves of frothy white. Wind can take a sudden turn, Chasing back the other way. If we watch the waves we learn It can wander through the day. | ||
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