go girl to faraway zamboanga
find the shells silent by the shore
find what you have lost for the past years
away from us
figure out what your hand can hold
figure out what must slip there like sands of time
tell me what is left from your sorrow
tell me what we can repair
your silence must the draw the scene
for tomorrow: a sailboat, the blue sea,
the wind that is so free
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