To show the shells a sea is strange,
Their chairs envelop the massive ocean;
Made by the evening sun, a star has appeared,
Forcing the sea to impress us with beauty,
A feeling has arisen for the thrones
And the shows that bedevil the audiences.
A sea is a staged performance, opening the guests
And the hosts all in the way;
A saw is for the magician, a chord is split,
For the circle is a groomed article,
A clothing is upon the scene,
Let the shells of the sea sing to misery.
My sea's wrath encodes a deliberate matrix,
Mathematical men erode the land
And the physical scene is aboard the sea,
A ship gravely entered the stage,
So what is the danger of the tangents?
My acts! They have the sea as an enemy.
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