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Dance there upon the shore;
Whatneedhaveyoutocare?
Forwindorwater'sroar?
Andtumbleoutyourhair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
Whatneedhaveyoutodread
The monstrous crying of wind!
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