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May the great lord god of movement
carry us safe,
on all the choral waters of this world
Sucked in by sea-suddennessthe skiff leaves the skeers of Birling Carrs,four rowers in timethen a bow-sideturn and she lifts on a wave.An oar rows air,she lifts again. A wave.