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Standing beside the ocean,
I watch it writhe and boil.
As fire touches water,
the steam sputters and turns.
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Dancing, rolling, and hissing about,
I watch these polars collide,
as the conflict comes out.
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Seeing such turmoil around,
I almost hate to think...
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How it must look inside of me.