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beneath the waves
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the sea inside of me Consider sighs, which cause ships to waver.
A sailor will never feel graver.
Sail past evening islands of the fantastic.
They are on a journey through rough triangles of the deep elastic.
Quarterdeck’s see weather in love, in magic, or in madness.
The skies thunder and lightning flashes.
Wild wind tormenting waters,
Feel the wrath of the seven daughters.
What does this storm have in store?
Hear details of those tempestuous nights and for millennia repeating.
I am only a sea without a shore.
North Atlantic can misbehave,
Flood these currents that run deep in my Sargasso Sea.
The tide is coming in while it is receding.
Nevertheless, life goes on beneath the waves.
I am in the flow.
Pour down on me.
