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| I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. |
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| George Kasdorf | 12/28/07 10:40 AM | See map |
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