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As per athelind. I have loved this since I first came across it, at the age of about ten, before I even understood what it was about. The rhythm of it evokes the sound of waves lapping on a beach. Perhaps it's a bit depressing. I prefer to think of it as making beauty from the rhythm of life.

Crossing the Bar, Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

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Good lord.

Well, I suppose I needed to lighten things up. :)