Flying out in the seashore night
I have reeled out at the moon.
No wave challenged
No crab to grab.
Fish did jump to splash
The sprinkled beams
The uneyed sea too claims.
It is no dream distant
No reality at hand.
Feel it oh little fish
Thousands brooks of joy
Descend down to my heart.
I have reeled out at the moon.
No wave challenged
No crab to grab.
Fish did jump to splash
The sprinkled beams
The uneyed sea too claims.
It is no dream distant
No reality at hand.
Feel it oh little fish
Thousands brooks of joy
Descend down to my heart.
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