At the coastland
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Beside the great and stormy ocean
The old man walks along the shore.
He thinks with great devotion
of ancestors who strolled here long before
digging clams and other things for living
in this nasty, cruel word
so hard and unforgiving,
into which they unwantedly had been hurled.
But now they are forgotten and almost
like marks in sand that a wave erases
when sweeping hard against the coast,
vanished are ancestors\' traces
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Like the old man\'s footprints in the sand.