O is for Ocean , P is for Poem
OUT of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
Verse 1 from Walt Whitman's Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd
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I hope you get to the ocean really soon,
BPP
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