To Lament their days
To rue them, wailing
Who've a heart, either Love's
Let fly, yet flown in
God knows tis the place;
Coldest of winds sweep.
For sea's view, a graveyard's
As fathomless deep.
Out where gull, cliff-jumped
Noisily are found;
Over Time's edge, tempted
Infinity sound.
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