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...the following solemn, cold lines
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Listen carefully to them...
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...prepared for the painful effect
they must have...

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...on your troubled imaginations
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Do not believe that
I am at the point of death...

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...for age is not yet branded
on my brow...

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...spurn any comparison with
the dying swan...

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...when its spirit flees...
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...and see me only as a monster
whose face you happily cannot see...

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...though it is less horrible
than its soul

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However, I am not a criminal.
Enough said

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Ancient ocean! At first sight of
you a deep sigh of sadness...

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...like your sweet zephyrs...
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...ruffles the troubled soul,
leaving indelible traces

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Your admirers remember,
sometimes unwittingly...

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...man's rude awakening to the pain
which has never since left him

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Greetings, ancient ocean!
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I suppose man believes in his beauty
only because he is vain...

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...and he suspects that
he isn't really beautiful

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Otherwise, why should he be
so contemptuous of a face like his own?

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Greetings, ancient ocean!
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Ocean, often I have asked myself
which is the easier to divine:

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The depth of the ocean or
the depth of the human heart

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I may say that despite the depth
of the ocean...

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...it cannot be compared
in this respect with the depth...

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...of the human heart
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Psychology has much to learn.
Greetings, ancient ocean!

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From your dark, mysterious depths
you pulse your waves...


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