Revolve land O Revolve
Here I am..
In revolving, claps my wings strongly
I am who fearful, mortal..
That wear the sea slippers and the
Ah, fate and death,
I am the spirit that abandoned ports and
Absent where absent.
...
Revolve Land O Revolve
Here where the love and dream follow us.
What's precious love when the death is habitat!
What's precious dream when certainty hurts!
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