Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves — Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
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Some say the ocean roars,I hear it ever weeping.Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

— Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness
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