A South African song

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"Hour At Four"

At this late hour at four

Came a voice of gladness and a smile

To her… who

The love of nature holds dear

A healing that steals away

The sharpness of her pain

O’ Mother ocean took away once more

Her melancholy…in the morning hour at four

It made her shudder and sick at heart

When all her world of beauty fell apart

But from the murmuring of her blue waters

Came calmness along

For she now hear the wind laughing

For she can hear the wind

Murmur a beautiful song

Of forbidden bounds no more

She speak upon this hour of four

A loud crash and roar

As she falls upon my shore

And in calmness brush her shoulder

Upon bare feet so cold

Like the bareness of her soul

At the morning hour at four

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