Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! — Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! — Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! — Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! — Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! — Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea!

— Lord Alfred Tennyson
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