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Incomplete or left behind Dolphins race the shore The tidal drift, The singing bliss White doves love and adore. A cold breeze shocks no sea Even the atlantic smiles And fairies dance, sing and play Over yonder in the garden wild The fruits do sit and wait They sparkle and they cry, But the golden apples sit and wonder Whilst the rotten ones wait to die. |