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Sailing like the
ocean breeze, a
daughter swore with
broken knees
"We must be oceans
grand, my dear, whose
majesty comes from
quiet streams and a
depth-descending deeps."

There are wars with
hands and wars with
hearts, and while
violence may subdue,
love conquers all.

Be kind, be soft--
Gentle skin may bruise, but
it's the only kind that
feels.

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