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- There I heard nothing
but the roaring sea,
the ice-cold wave.
At times the swan's song
I took to myself as pleasure,
the gannet's noise
and the voice of the curlew
instead of the laughter of men,
the singing gull
instead of the drinking of mead.
Storms there beat the stony cliffs,
where the tern spoke,
icy-feathered; (en)
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