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Lord of the winds, I cry to Thee,
I that am dust,
And blown about by every gust
I fly to Thee.

Lord of the waters, unto Thee I call.
I that am weed upon the waters borne,
And by the waters torn,
Tossed by the waters, at Thy feet I fall.
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