On the Whiteness of the Sand
On the whiteness of the sand
in the noises of the sea-foam,
There are dreams, fall down without buried
Ah, O shores,
that germinate death like mushrooms,
why you germinate (in my mouth)
a bitter taste?
Ah If you were fell like a rain
On my heart who never calms down!
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