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by Cale Young Rice

When the wind is low,
     and the sea is soft,
 And the far heat-lightning plays
On the rim of the west
     where dark clouds nest
 On a darker bank of haze;
When I lean o'er the rail
     with you that I love
 And gaze to my heart's content;
I know that the heavens
     are there above--
 But you are my firmament.

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