Sea and land, cloudless sky.
And all I hear: gull and wave
your gentle voice, delights my ear.
As land approaches, antique Tangier
And land recedes, Tarifa´s shore;
A memory of other lands
And other hands held, (were they yours?)
Fills me with wonder. Is this a door
We passed through from yesterday
Or are passing through into tonight?
Either way, this passage together seems right .
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