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Turquoise is the sea-rolling deep, beneath the sky far above
Whitewinged are the gulls, paper sailing on the wings of the wind
Tomorrow is a word that never comes
When the world is far behind you, and the sea is turned to gold
The sky is filled with white pillow clouds
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