The air is salty, as if drinking,
We sigh greedily with our mouths.
We are waiting for the shout to shout in the shout:
"Boatswain, give up the moorings!"
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The air is salty, as if drinking,
We sigh greedily with our mouths.
We are waiting for the shout to shout in the shout:
"Boatswain, give up the moorings!"