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Crescent of sand etched into the gloom
Cast between chaos of clouds and spume Swept from the gray North Sea and beyond West coast of Jutland, this, your land. A figure walks there, across the beach Tall and lithe and out of reach Against the crash of wind and wave I stumble on, my love to save My tortured voice across the flat Jeg elsker dig for evigt min skat.
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