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Blue (across the channel)

The other side of the sea

Thoughts are footprints that go all the way

In the most quaint way

Flash the light of history

I use language

Greetings to them

That eye

In the moment when he was illuminated by the ancestral temple

Seem so surprised so happy

In that look, yes

There is a depth of my understanding

Blue (across the channel)

The sea is flowing away from the sad past

That concise line of poetry

Wet acacia

Whose eyes are rising with spring tide?

That day will surely come

A treasure island, immortal from now on

Blue (across the channel)

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