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Mother of Wind
Water as warm as milk
And your smile as sweet as honey
The breeze of wind so light
And the sun shining through threads of silk
The sound of waves so soothing
An old wooden bench has roots under the sand
Old sailors are still being looked for by the Mother of Wind
There is no need be weary
Rock`n`roll lies here
Each summer morning is a berry
When you are this close to yourself
Every neighbour is a friend
Sky in seven different colours
This is the region of freedom
Every thunder is followed by a rainfall
In this birthplace of mine
My story is salty air carried
To the old town pavement and the promenade
And every morning is woken by church bells ringing
To the sea my soul is married.
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