I was walking along the seabeach
With a pensive and desolate mood;
The winds were making a spirit
To convey my desolate mood;
My friend was in playful spirit.
She was sporting in the sea waves;
I paused, wished to touch her;
Suddenly a tempest pulled my legs behind
I halted for a moment;
Alas! I hurried back in despair.
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