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Above its domes the gulfs accumulate,
Far up, the sea-gales blare their bitter screed; -
Our blood is swayed by sunken Moon and Sun
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Where There’s Treasure / Some will search / And some will find / Some will see / What’s left behind / Some will trust / A lust belief / And some will see / What hides beneath / Beneath the sea / Fromby alexlovesguitar 129 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 18 10:36 PM 2007. In Atlantis
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