No longer, maiden voices sweet-calling,
sounds of allurement,
can my limbs bear me up;
oh I wish, I wish
I could be a seabird
who with halcyons skims
the surf-flowers of the sea water
with careless heart,
a sea-blue-colored and sacred waterfowl.


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