Don't hurry in the city,
Wherever you walk,
And I shall hear your step
In sound of the rain.
Don't think among the waves,
Wherever you sail,
And I shall hear your voice
In howl of the gale.
Tell us, please,
What we do not know,
Whatever it be,
About sales all over the ocean
And about fish, that you will never see.
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