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 a wink over the shoulder large as the ocean — with wave following wave to the edge coom barrooom — It is the cold of the sea broken upon the sand by the force of the moon — In the sea the young flesh playing floats with the cries of far off men who rise in the sea with green arms to homage again the fields over there where the night is deep — la lu la lu but lips too few assume the new — marrruu Underneath the sea where it is dark there is no edge so two —