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When the still sea conspires an armor
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And her sullen and aborted
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Currents breed tiny monsters
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True sailing is dead
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Awkward instant
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And the first animal is jettisoned
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Legs furiously pumping
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Their stiff green gallop
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And heads bob up
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Poise
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Delicate
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Pause
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Consent
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In mute nostril agony
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Carefully refined
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And sealed over
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