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Often,when I take my tea
I dream of Whitby, by the sea
But though her curves are sweet and fair
It is the sea, which calls me there.

.He r jaqqed cliffs, remain' as 'gifts

,To me' in my old age, '

While lilac he at.her and gold together

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Up ~~e win~ing stair I go
Into th~ heavens grey,
And though it was so long ago,
It seems bui yesterday.

Still on the wi~d the salty air
Comes in crisp and cold
And bur~ed with the ~ravestones bare
Are secrets left untold.

Beyond the walls of cobblestone
Lie ruins of the past
'I've come aways to be alone-
To-make this moment last

And when the ships come into shore
I take in all the bay,
For,·though I'll cross the ,rustJc moor
I'l'l never g'o astray.