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    Whispers of Lore

    The constant thrum of waves upon the ocean shore
    Crashing, then fading like the long lost tales of yore
    And I sit here in silence, silence and nothing more
    So that with the tides, my inner thoughts may ever soar
    Then learn shall I the many mysteries of life's forgotten lore
    And open with every swell another ancient corridor
    Unveil shall I the secrets of man, be they rich or be they poor
    And unlock time's hidden gates, in all darkness and all grandeur
    This shall be I, searching always, long as I endure
    Wading through her ghastly whispers, searching now and evermore