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The Wild Ocean

I do look at the ocean with longing I have often seen that mass of water, ever since I was a child I live, after all, on an island surrounded on all sides by a salty spring Yet, now, looking at it, I do feel a sudden rush, it makes me wild Looking at it, I do believe I am but the ocean's child I wish I could build my own boat A small one, with strength and resistance On it, towards the world's limits, I would float From Greece to Egypt, from India to France A boat of strength, on it I would float, going where it wills, in good abidance ! Maybe I would find the king of mermaids Maybe I would find the lost city of Atlantis Why, maybe I would even find the world's most wanted caids Why, my boat, my dream boat, it shall take me to my own Adonis Yes, looking at the sea, I dream of mermaids, of a bold lover, in all, of peace!

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