Great thing trusting,
From the very dust.
Great individual
From the rain and
From the sun.
In passion and
In words,
In flesh and
In rhythms,
All in advanced.
With force
Each one is going
Towards pleasure.
All ours,
Not to be scared.
Our sorrows
Our own desire.
All covered
With ocean tears.
We are all
In our inverted comas.
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