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                        I sing of my life with the silkies
                        I  yearn for my salt sea home
                        I listen for songs of the sealfolk
                       And curse the land that I roam

                                             The wheat stretches gold to the  sky
                                             And folds the clouds into rain,
                                             It hums the songs of rich loam
                                             And eases my earthly pain.