I
I transformed to a seaweed
Cool the night breeze
The coves echo the waters
The caverns echo too
And each to each reciprocate:
And
As the echoes went
I transformed to a seaweed on
The beach
I felt my chains cut, and my brain-pains
Fall
For it was night
But more
I was transformed.
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