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And why do I try at all? But it lives in my heart and my thoughts will be recorded. It looks like old love, exciting, sparkling like wine. He blames me with his waves, loves me in fine sea ... As a returning sailor the sea flashed me from afar. I'm alone on my shore. I thought I'd be right to him. I'll be here ruined, salty, forever with love in the heart, shining and merging with him. How is the sea known?