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Tin Fish

 The ships destroy us above
 And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we In the belly of Death.
The ships have a thousand eyes To mark where we come .
But the mirth of a seaport dies When our blow gets home.

Poem by Rudyard Kipling
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