Drink from the ocean with its tears overflowing,
Be free, please be free with the amount of water;
Drowning is permanent to the soul,
Be difficult as the tide, be steady now.
The tide ebbs one day and in the night it flows,
When your fat is dripping to make the body uniform.
By degrees the sun cooks you
And the sea is simmering for you,
Cooking the skull to make your brain twitch.
The brain is richer to a man when it bakes
Wherever it may be working.
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