Dark plunging cliffs with gulls hanging high
Wheeling, and laughing then diving, they cry
Tides crashing in consuming the shore
Lowering clouds over mist covered moor
Cerulean heavens of white swept skies
Seas rolling in, light dazzled eyes
A wave battered granite, a sand laden cove.
Secret and hidden, are places to love.
Elusive vibrations, a spirit of light
Encircled in silver, ringed round with white
Cornwall, the place of talented men,
Their freedom fierce fought, it will be again
Ancient and mystical, standing stone rings
A mythical magical land of old kings
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