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| Verse - 10 | |
| A certain young Sea-Voyager, Came up to the Pier and told His Cheeky Friends this Torried Tale: The Waters of the Deep were nice and warm, Covered with streaks of Blue and Green. The Early Morning Clouds, aye, like Doves fluttered Travelled towards the Stream. As I started to set sail . . . | |
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| I would like to find my Quintessence; But where is HE? In a Place called HEART, Where the Dove perched high above the Tree Would someday in its Instinct land upon my Knee. . . . | |
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