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Somewhere the gray gulls lonesomely
Against the azure float,
And somewhere on the sunlit sea
There sails a fisher's boat.

Somewhere high up upon the cliff
A woman's straining eyes
See just beyond the fore-doomed boat
A whip of wind arise.

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Somewhere within the city's stir
The guarded feet run safe,
And somewhere on the cruel curb
There strays the sordid waif.

Somewhere beneath the softened light
A woman wears love's crown,
And somewhere in the shadow's lust
Another's soul goes down.

For storms at sea will rock and wreck
The fisher's cockleshell.
And on the heartless city's streets
Are spread the snares of hell.

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