"You are an useless piece of shit..."
"You have no right to live on this earth..."
The voices kept on saying to her....
"Why,on earth, have you taken birth..." ...
Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous
frown,
Beyond the bar, where on the dunes the white-
capped rollers break;
Above, one windmill stands forlorn on the arid,
grassy down:
I will set my sail on a stormy day and cross the
bar and seek
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