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I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Must
Tides
Denied
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Sea
Call
Clear
Running
Tide
May
Sailing

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