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Love The network of islands And the prow of its foam And the gulls of its dreams On its highest mast a sailor Whistles a song Love ItsĀ song And the horizons of its voyage And the sound of its longing On its wettest rock the bride Waits for a ship Love Its ship And the nonchalance of its winds And the jib sail of its hope On it's lightest of its waves an island Cradles the arrival .
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