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Sunset at the small port
This time nothing looking for love
In the barn, old house,
Story of pole and rigging.
Ships, boats had no sea
Speed up the dark drizzle.
There is also an eagle flaps
Sad to offend,
swish day running swimming
Persuasion find the base of the food.
not moving
And now the land and water calm without waves
Nothing more. I was alone.
Walking along
Along the peninsula, there is still hope
Once arrived at the edge and survived all the way
Of the four beaches, mellow finish the conversation
To a friend ………….

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