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The Revolt of Romance and the Returned Remedy
We tore out this hell and sank this English ship
We rafted a life till the Americas ran us dry
A sandy engagement, laughter, our world to tip
Our beats, our waves to sounds ugliest cry
In plunged your thunder to our words your stip
To have us quiet, browbeat, safe and nigh
Old masters married our merriment to desolation
Boys gauged, girls versed, and learned a false elation
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