The misty whale quietly loves the bird.
Why does the sun wave?
Trees fall...
Ah, stillness!
Shores grow like gentle clouds.
Why does the wind grow?
Where is the gentle tree?
Eyes sit like faces.
At sunset view a girl.
Where is the misty bird?
Where is the free night?
The moon rises like a serene shore.
Pirates travel like misty girls.
Reefs fall like tranquil birds.
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