Mass occur

Depth the cry of tender feel
along the stranded stray
where feet they break on tattered strains
over creaking along the day,
eyes a crash among the waves
where rocks all point and scathe
and here they come the scattered throng
from the deaths that long the way,
yet harmony plays her sweet discord
in the rhythms of falling short
where the memories are all knotted up
taking reap of times cohort.

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