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It comes as a slipping,
A draw, like a gentle tide.
When at first, ankle deep, a playful welcome;
Now enveloped, this ocean's might revealed. |
Only an instant stands for retreat,
The familiar shore beckons... |
| I will not turn back. |
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The drudgery of that known land
will not sway this mate again. |
Carry me, strange new swell,
An untold voyage do I crave.
Of mishap and blessing,
calamity and fortune.
A new way, in any case. |
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