Under the sea is a revolution, of water,
Wells have been blown off the map,
Volumes of water are stretching their pains.
Inside the sea is a dolphin, a sole founder
Of the waterways, a waist is wet and worse.
I handle the hinge of the height, of a whale,
Offer him, or her, frisk them stiff, to see criminals
Burgeoning, kicking, or are we sleeping in blue sea?
The work of princes is upon a winter's place,
The cold sea frightens the iceberg, so finite!
May the sea offer the otter a district of peace,
So that sharks empty or refrain from doubt.
The height of the river is the height of the sea,
As if a revolution was underground, on others,
Like the next day of clear news, a wide and ample sea.
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