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| Mare Serenitatis |
Listen, he whispers, listen... the sea.
She listens, listens and home is the sea.
Stones of tastes and spirals and... listen...
The sea.
And images around and memories of blue
and gold and spirals. She listens.
The sea.
Waves come and go,
eyes and lips and breasts and seashells,
aquatic leaves taken by liquid winds...
The sea.
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