DO TELL LIVERPOOL!
My fantasies are reaching Albert Dock. I am a sailing boat. I am my country's stork. My fantasies have nailed my sail over my silent talk.The waves are silver necklaces in the Irish Sea's folk. My dear, you have waited for me long. Look! Your heart's rose is a boat reaching a seaport. Am I in Matthew Street where you usually walk? My dear! Do light my road with your hand torch! I am no longer a lady but a sailing boat's song. My dear! Do tell Liverpool to welcome this Armenian stork! I am no longer a lady but white foam. My dear! Do tell Liverpool you haven't found me at the door of Albert Dock. The Irish Sea is silver like a magic comb. Do ask Liverpool if it sighted a stork on the seashore! My dear, my fantasies haven't found the key to life's mystic lock.
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