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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. ღ
Most beautiful sea-sight ever... I wish I could sit there with a pleasant book, a glass of Bitter Lemon.... some nibbles....