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Immersed in the breath of the sun,
Where ocean doth flow as song;
Where wind of the South is born
Baby, let's sail unto the moon,
Thereat are yellow singing sands
Gather into the seas and croon...
Where pond in shadow knows
What hath been for long ago,
What will bring the coming day
As a fruit of yesterday.
Oh flute of Love, sing thy final song...
This keel with pink sails in the sea afar -
'Tis gone...
The feeble shadow of what they used to be,
The devourers of hatred, sins and enmity.
There was none, but only you and I,
A melody blithe,
And light fanning wind from the southern side