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Coogee

A fog across the sea to-day
And all the coasts are dim;
Mists on the waters of the Bay
Masking the ocean rim.

On brighter days ride past the Cape
Great ships so free and fair-
But when grey mists the slow seas drape,
Do they still pass out there?

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