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I buried her...
in a hurried motion...
by the ocean...
In the quicksand deep...
only in does mud seep...
I feel with expression so grand...
the silent depression in sand...
My heart seems to whirl...
when I think of that girl...
beneath the compression of land...
Thus disappears a city...
one of no known pity...
For nations come and go...
part of history's flow...
And this wave did teach...
no matter your reach...
submerged you'll not show...
Now for five hundred years...
none have shed any tears...
The technology does permit...
once again to find a fit...
This city of the sea...
once more might still be...
as we dig within the pit...
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