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The bows glided down, and the coast / Blackened with birds took a last look / At his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye; / The trodden town rang its cobbles for luck.
Then goodbye to the fishermanned / Boat with its anchor free and fast / As a bird hooking over the sea, / High and dry by the top of the mast, / Whispered the affectionate sand