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Eugene Field - A Fickle Woman
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Her nature is the sea`s, that smiles to-night
  A radiant maiden in the moon`s soft light;
  The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
  Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
  To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
  And o`er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!
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