The clear water is about to flow
Into the sky with rosy glow.
To a distant place you'll go
On a ship mild wind will blow.
The sea, the sky, and I are all blue.
Watching your departing shadow,
What to say, oh, I don't know.
Just wave 'goodbye' and go.
on June 19,2009
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