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An ocean, a still-life whose floor cannot be touched/ where water and earth meet, join hands/ Here, the sky is reflected in that strange cyan/ And I could lose myself forever in the depths I see/ In tones sweet like the rain at dawn/ And the tranquility of the clear air at mid-day/ An ocean, a peace which cannot be
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