She steals along a golden shore
     Beneath a sombre leaden sky.
Thundering waves both crash and roar, 
     Withdrawing with a whispered sigh.

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But her emotions, we know well,
     Will shift and change at lightning speed 
And then her waves will rise and swell
     With urgency that meets her need.

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Fathoms deep beneath her waves,
     And far from human sight or reach,
Abandoned wrecks and human graves
     Each rot in their secluded niche.

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The inconstant nature of the sea,
     With other elements combined, 
Show clearly, both to you and me,
     Their strength above we humankind.

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