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						All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters by James Joyce 
						
						All day I hear the noise of waters  Making moan,  Sad as the sea-bird is when, going  Forth alone,  He hears the winds cry to the water's  Monotone. 
  The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing  Where I go.  I hear the noise of many waters  Far below.  All day, all night, I hear them flowing  To and fro. 						 
						
						
						
						
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