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Click hereThe sea's salt tears stem from the painful clash
of pebble-bearing breakers on the beach,
a foghorn blowing well beyond their reach
and sheets of angry autumn rain that lash
the seething surface. On the wind, a gull
will screech its fitful tale of storm and loss
and constant dangers as the sailors toss
upon the waves that crash into their hull -
a wild, sad tune that speaks of love forlorn
and time spent far from home to flee the tears
of life's unfairness, hoping that the years
may dull our senses as away we're borne
to brighter skies – yet we will always hear
that same sweet song, whatever course we steer.