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A fire in the sea,

A shriek of a wounded sea-gull,

Is my feeling.

A heart like an island,

Besieged by hatred from all sides,

Is my feeling.

A divine love,

Fettered like a slave,

Is my feeling.

The night is the host.

And cringed under rent

Is my feeling.

Chance-born,

It will outlive me,

My feeling.

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