time after moment sea and sun will merge,
and clash with wves and rays,
tempers and kisses should never meet,
as the tones of the evironment closes,
with the rining claws of sound,
colours of the wind and soul,
will kich and sensor the heart and strength,
of body, mind and person
birds, wiskers, rainbow and love,
pull sideways and rounabouts of,
the angles of the world's window of,
denceny
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