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Buried at Sea
Let the sea be my grave and the crest of waves my monument
In statue's peace, faces I to faceless waters that lift me high
As being a whole of me rise free so I may greet the open sea
Then let my final issue bid farewell to you and the life I knew
As the palms of current grace be a song of Psalms sacred pace
As the fluid ebbing flows drift I to the lowest depths unknown
Be that true to I and I alone there be a place where I'll atone
Then I'll prepare that place for me, await death's kiss to eternity.
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Hilo Poet
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