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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