The sea, the music, the morning;
The world sleeps, the sea sings
Quietly about the path that the world takes.
Sings from the deep, sends its signals,
Spreading the scent of its mystery
For the world to find a way;
Sings about its own origin,
About the meaning of shores
Waiting for the world to arrive safely
In the harbor.
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