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 ensaty shells, On the seashore of Smless worlds childra mect. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous, On the Seashore of endless worlds the children reel with shorts and dances. They build their houses with sand and they play with shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Cha bhildren have their play on the seashore of worlds. They know not how to win, they knoir noth east nets. Pearl fishersaive for pearls, merchants sail their ships to while children gather pebbles and sealtera them again. They seek not for hidden treasure, they no know not to eart nets. The sea gerges up with laughter and smiles the seabeach, Death dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children & ever like a mother rocking her baling's cradle. The sea seapl plays with children and