a white yacht i see
on a very blue ocean
far away
at the port
a shadow of a girl with a long black hair
against a very strong sunlight
waves at me
still
i figure out as i wait on the top of this mountain
where the air is fainting
she must be the one
destined to die
because no one helped her
because
i have no way of becoming
this wooden boat
to sail and save her
from him
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