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Besieged by tempests raging anemone to cirrus bar An island is dominion of change (Green plains, embrace the wide [[strikethru]]vast[[/strikethru]] sea with your vast lava arms!) While we cling furtively to [[strikethru]]renounce the[[/strikethru]] scaled peaks fittingly named for snow, The gulch revisited, the map laid on the table and believed, the legend of the balanced rock. (The moaning see surrenders to a love, her white scarfs fluttering in [[strikethru]]warm[[/strikethru]] dark bays) And billows swooning in the misted moon Curve with direction of the curving beach; [[strikethru]]Permitting[[/strikethru]] And for a while the coral claims [[strikethru]]paves[[/strikethru]] a setting for a colony. Tides of ocean churn with the tides of land.