| What upon the naked shore is this key?
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| All briny, yes, a haven for the briny things
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| And a mystery to the sun which hasn’t seen
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| The construction of this awful mystery!
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| What fashion’d thee, O key of slimy gold?
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| What secret portal among the waves and stones
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| Didst thou unlock in silence of the deep?
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| And most importantly, what sea-borne lazy eye
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| Deceived by the broken light
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| Lost among the ruins thee?
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| I saw the shore expand on that joyous day-
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| Breathed deeper, pulsed longer, sighed fuller
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| Loved greater the mind of a curious boy
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| Such as me!
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| I love thee, curious sea!
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| {Aeons can hide the relics of forgotten gods
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| But showeth me thy treasures,}
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| And I will always look thereon
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| I will always look with love thereon! |