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- THE FISH
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- ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
- Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
- The people of coming days will know
- About the casting out of my net,
- And how you have leaped times out of mind
- Over the little silver cords,
- And think that you were hard and unkind,
- And blame you with many bitter words.
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