Swim and wade the stern arctic water.
Twist on fearful fins and flee
The crash of the water’s surface,
Or stalk that spoiled sea.
The ocean world is open as sky
With silky-smooth water so brave
Of sudden storm squalls that arc
Reflects to the chill chill wave
Twist on fearful fins and flee
The crash of the water’s surface,
Or stalk that spoiled sea.
The ocean world is open as sky
With silky-smooth water so brave
Of sudden storm squalls that arc
Reflects to the chill chill wave
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