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I'm the Sea

I'm the sea, moving freely, without knowing where to dance.
Me and my thoughts, sailing far away.

I'm close to the shore, I am deep in the rocks.
And then you ask me, "Why don't I sway?"

I'm the sea, I have forget my roots,
Like warm water drops, I touch your toes.

I am shreded in the day by the warm sun,
And filled with the chill, when you sound still.

I'm the sea, gentle rays glide and fly, while I dive in the oceans of the sky.
I meet the horizons, and still feel distanced, I keep quiet in my grave, but roar in turbulence.

I'm the sea, I cannot drown, though whenever I cry, my heart goes down.
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