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The Atlantic stood before those Men
Never ending Monstrous Ocean
Far enough to reach the Land
Of Mythical fables and Sorcerers’ potion
On the pebble beach they glared
With shivering spines
And silenced commotion
Fear of Man
Displayed and despaired
Nature of Goliath
David impaired
Of the hundred and fifty Men
All but one
Were buried in Den
Out from the crowd
Came this figure
Heart filled with courage
And eyes starved of hunger
He swam across the breadth of tides
From Boston rain to Lisbon brook
He looked behind for a glare
Chances men who never took
He thought about them day and night
Never will they risk the fall
The safe way means to loose it all
All their reason washed away
Masked in their makeshift sign
The Atlantic Ocean they once saw
Washed against the tide of time | 
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