He stood there on the cliff
Like a statue so rigid and stiff
While the ocean bull so far below
Did romp, snort and bellow.
The sun sent her arrows down
And turned everything golden brown.
The piercing shriek of a seagull's cry
From crag to crag did shrilly fly.
He stood on the cliff, oh, so high
While a tear rolled down from his eye
You could hear him softly murmur,
"Good-bye, Sir, now and forever!"
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