The sea, when quiet, dreams of the corals, lying in the timeless deeps.
The sea whenlue, dreams of solitary days and starry nights on the shores,
The sea holds fast the bn, to the memories of a girl, swinging once,
clutching the ropes with all her strength, fearful hopes, tremulous joy.
She, a creature of the land, went back to her home, and the swing is still suspended on the tree. It swings when it hears the deep bass
of the sea dreaming of the corals,
lying in the timeless deeps.
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