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RV 183 (BIG SUR183) Parle, O, parle, mer, parle,
 * Sea speak to me, speak
 * to me, your silver you light
 * Where hole opened up in Alaska
 * Gray—shh—wind in
 * The canyon wind in the rain
 * Wind in the rolling rash
 * Moving and t wedel
 * Sea
 * sea
 * Diving sea

O bird—la vengeance
 * De la roche
 * Cossez
 * Ah

Rare, he rammed the gate rare over by Cherson, Cherson, we calcify fathers here below —a watery cross, with weeds entwined—This grins restoredly,
 * low sleep—Wave—Oh, no,

shush—Shirk—Boom plop Neptune now his arms extends
 * while one millions of souls
 * sit lit in caves of darkness

—What old bark? The dog mountain? Down by the Sea
 * Engines? God rush—Shore—

Shaw—Shoo—Oh soft sigh
 * we wait hair twined like
 * larks—Pissit—Rest not

—Plottit, bisp tesh, cashes,
 * re tav, plo, aravow,

shirsh,—Who’s whispering over
 * there—the silly earthen creek!
 * The fog thunders—We put
 * silver light on face—We
 * took the heroes in—A billion