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Throw our cargo overboard and let him know we are not finished with him. Begging just beggars description. Prepare your great whale, God! Since departure we admire our great desire...and we won't fear You don't know the ocean from standing dockside and trying to capture the waves with your eyes So long the distance to the dry land So near the cold blackness of the deep I see it by now but I can't believe I can see it by now and I have to believe Every breeze has its secret, its detail of oncoming shudder Where is your persuasion? Where are the wishes of luck and salvation? Gale A silent ship, a threemaster, a walnut shell in the deep blue ...never been vomited again From Letras Mania