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The Noise of Waters
James Joyce
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making Moan
Sad as the sea-bird is, when going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the waters'
Monotone.
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
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