I can not come to the sea today.
Cold edged the wind talks to me.
Clear the sky, blue the clouds they float by.
To the sea today, I can't come.
Long is the neck of us both.
Closed out of reach is our mind.
White the sand blows away.
Small to the eye,
each grain of sand, love is gone.
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