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Oh, what comes flowing over the seaIn the hush of the evening's cool?It is a mermaid singing to meAs she sits in a silver pool.As she sits in a silver pool and singsOf the world I never shall see, Where the dulse-weed clings, And the star-fish ringsThe red anemone;The world which liesWhere human eyesAre never allowed to seeThe gold and gemsAnd fluted stemsOf the crimson coral tre