I'm seeing the seas and ship's coming
with splendour from a little island
And I'm waiting upon the
shore, eerily silent,
I see the night is little tired
although
She is aspirant and might have a complaint.
I'm seeing on the shore,
the Fuji sisters
Newly wed, sowing the seeds
into a smiling field, and
I feel your folks and mine folks roaming round the
Forest museum to gather maple leaves to warm their hands.
I see the startled gales.
blowing leaves
Into the rolling seas. and
nice people
Taking care of their growing needs, they are the great.
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