Read my Monsignor, read
And in the beads of words
The lines
The verses
Hear the gurgling seas
The gurgling waves
The gurgling Oceans
Read my Monsignor, read
The castles of the sea are nocturnal
And they are fairies
And there are nymphs
And there is water-level rising
And there is gurgling
That is the language of the seas
The Oceans
You must understand it my Monsignor
Apply for the dictionary of experience.
The night
The night is ending
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