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How do I want to be a stone rock, which rises in the midst of the sea; I look forward to my wave, who loves and pours me. The wave comes with the tide of love - it raises and rises silently; it seems that I will melt in a moment, The wave as soon as my heart reaches. Finally, she rushed over me and with my gentle splashes kissed me. Our ecstasy - in foam made, but some of the top angels are dancing ...