Split hearts of the Island Nation
Sea returns to the seashore with seagulls' squawks.
Near the old pier where boats whisk
And join the waves that take no rest,
There I lost my heart and peace
While surf song faded with sunset.
Who can say for sure what is the best passion among the Island Nation?
Sea or gardens, what win the hearts?
Near the old pier where boats whisk
And join the waves that take no rest,
There I lost my heart and peace
While surf song faded with sunset.
Who can say for sure what is the best passion among the Island Nation?
Sea or gardens, what win the hearts?
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