I could breathe thee, over
The lonely sea, and
Inside palpitating heart
Canvassing the lair
In whisper, surfing the air
When!
From these ashes mine, will
I confound thy native land
And, Life dies in me
Masking my sleep
In eternal dent
Hollow of life
Treasure the groans
And grunt in waves uproar
Perforce the inevitable
Rummaging my remains
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