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A village that I live beside Loch Long


Where  the waves and the driving spray sing song


But inland, whenever I’m forced to dwell


I miss the song of that restless swell.


And the lighthouse tower and the cheerful light


Flashing along the shore at night

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then there came a groaning sound<br /> As the water moved and waves would pound<br /> the shore with a mighty crash and Shake<br /> The monster of the loch then I would wake
.<br /> <br /> Wonderful<br /> <br /> that was nice<br />
Beautiful place, Jack! I can see why you'd miss it when you're absent!
thank you