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A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

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At the Sea-Side

When I was down beside the sea, A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.

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