I spent the flight of my days, spying the sea...
I love every waving thing
When I smiled my teeth were mysterious
There are waves in my soul...
The edge of my clothes was salty and fresh
I love every waving thing
Speak to me of my death, so that I feel a reason to remember...
Today I'm afraid of having been...
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