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“We will not swim, until You
Stop the winds and their play
Whip the waves until death;
They toss us forever, up and down
Drain out love from this sea and hence
Stop these tides, their highs and lows.
Swallow these fish, they tickle us.
Part from her the villain,
Who makes her salty”.

They were heard; forever since,
There floated lifeless logs,
In a mellow sway
In no more pray


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Neeraja M R