Look away, look at me at the sea.
Warm the wind I can not ask, what you see.
To you what I am, I to you can not be,
what you saw when last you looked here at me.
Look away, look up at me in the sky.
White are the clouds, I float by,
here are we.
I know what will be, don't ask more
from me.
Down where we stand by the sea.
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