Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
Agape: The stream flows
Unceasing, tumbling to the sea
Beyond azure coasts, the sea churns
Unceasing, lifting to the moon
Crashing to the shore
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