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He sails by on the clearest stream,

Feeling the breeze lay on his face,

With no breaks to divide fact from fiction,

As the jealous man writes his valediction.

Injustice seems like a valuable sin,

Especially from the depths of the sea,

Where the sun rays seduce, taunt and tease,

He who only wants to feel the breeze.

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