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Winter walks along the strand
Watch the hungry seawaves break the land
Once a town stood here, a port of wealth, so proud and free
Now its treasures lie deep, hidden in the sea
Cliffs that crumble to the shore
Down the ages, where the sea has torn
Nine church towers so tall, to leave their anthems in the waves
And the bells to sounds in arches like sea caves
Listen, through the sea and squall
Harken to the sound the seamen call
When the east winds sing like sirens of the stormy rain
The sunken bells of Dunwich ring again.