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Kamis, 05 Juni 2014

Sound of The Sea

Sound of The Sea

Sky of the sea's as black as my eyes in the stare of live;
No wind blow the pearl by the command of the needle of the compass;
Thousands seas, million stars, the sound is not the sound, but mine sound;
Sound of the sea, for my heart's open sea, make a sound to a certain star.
Star shine my blackest eyes and guide the wind to sail to eternity.

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