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The scent of salt on the breeze, the fog, the chill and the autumn.
The laughter, the lobsters, the murmur of the sea.
The glow of a lighthouse.
A wistful song sung in a pub.
The liquor, the night, the crack of a bat striking the ball.
The voice of a grandfather with countless tales to share
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According to some legends, the sea is the home of everything we have lost, of what we never had, of broken wishes, of sorrows, of the tears we've shed.
I wonder if, down there among the waves, in all that blue, my forgotten heart is there too -Harry