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People that build their houses inland, / People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there, / Far from the sea-board, far from the sound
Of water sucking the hollow ledges, / Tons of water striking the shore,-
What do they long for, as I long for / One salt smell of the sea once more?
People the waves have not awakened, / Spanking the boats at the harbour's head,
What do they long for, as I long for,- / Starting up in my inland bed,
Beating the narrow walls, and finding / Neither a window nor a door,
Screaming to God for death by drowning,- / One salt taste of the sea once more?