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I see sea salt,
I breath a dream.
White birds have falled
With daemon`s scream.

Strong wind blows on,
Picks yellow sand,
Plays rocky horn
And tree-drum band.

The sand flies up
So high as moon,
The water breaks
The shore so soon…

A mixing land
One windy day.
I see sea salt
In air. I pray.