My Love is Far on the Island

This time no one is looking for love among warehouses, old houses, on stories of poles and rigging. Ships, boats no seafaring blow themselves in believing to adhere
Drizzle accelerates dark. There is also a glimpse of the eagle offensive gloomy, swish the day running swimming to find the bottom of persuasion akanan. Not moving and now land and sleeping water lost the waves
No longer. I myself. Walking through the peninsula, it's still hopeless to arrive at the end and all the good from the fourth beach, the last sob can get shut.

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