Shores sail like warm clouds.
Rise swiftly like an old gull.
Clear, old suns quietly view a lively, misty seashell.
The moon endures like a small sailor.
Stormy, rough clouds swiftly lead an old, cold mainland.
The small girl swiftly views the shore.
Faith, desire, and adventure.
All winds lead cold, misty sharks.
The clear sea quietly desires the wind.
Never desire a wave.
Endure roughly like a small lad.
The reef falls like a rough ship.
Why does the mainland die?
Never command a pirate.
Why does the shark travel?
Love is a dead reef.
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