I see over the sea, I see a buoyant great river which runs to infinity. I see it is crying, I see it is icing because of the cold rains. I see a wild wind, I see a terrible voice, crying and screaming, rowling and whispering. I see a great blue sea, crying for its history, I see it is as near as sad, maybe ‘cause the mirror is near my bed. Showing my eyes.
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